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There was an entirely different perspective for someone like Lily Evans. It was a second chance, a life could be made on the train. Hermione wondered if she could ever properly see it that way, if others could too – she supposed, where their stay indefinite she would have to. It wasn't exactly easy to see them go. It wasn't as though it didn't matter at all just because Hermione knew they'd be happier. But it wasn't like Lily, or James or Sirius either. That they went back to a world in which they no longer existed, or would eventually meet a terrible end. Ron still had some ways to go ..a struggle toward the end of the war. But he'd get there – and then they'd get on with their lives. Hermione supposed that just wasn't possible on the train. They'd gotten closer, but as far as she was concerned Ron seemed constantly held back, weighed down by being stuck here, away from his family, his future. She missed Ron, she missed his presence, she'd have had a lot to say about Shanghai if he'd been here to talk to. She wasn't even certain why she'd left his chess set out. Then Harry'd left too, she'd probably had more to say to him too on the matter. But, she reminded herself wasn't alone.. Rose was family, of course. Really Percy technically was too. Neville was a dear friend. She had people here still. The thought of wandering the city with Rose certainly did lighten her mood, added to the fact that she had found several ways of being productive, one such was to make a list of what they currently had stowed in the kitchens so that there could be some organisation in what they were to buy for the train. Processed food was not ideal, no one liked living on it, but stowing a lot of it away meant that worst come to worst, there'd be something to eat, something that wouldn't spoil for some time. A pen floated above a piece of paper with a faint blue glow, waiting. “Soups, the tinned sort.” Hermione told it, and the quill dictated this in a neat letters. “Oh, and more pasta, all kinds. You can never have enough of that.” Again the charmed pen responded at once with Hermione's tidy cursive. |