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Entry tags: | !open, hermione granger |
Characters: Hermione Granger & Open (or !dice)
When: Thursday afternoon
Location: The Library Car
Warnings/Rating: TBA
Summary: Hermione thinks about things in the library and sees about removing a plant. (we could involve !plot too)
Status: Open/Ongoing
It was incredibly strange. In fact Hermione thought weird didn't cover it. Stranger still she felt she was being most immature by having not yet visited either her best friend, or her- well technically Ron was her husband. It wasn't that she exactly struggled with the idea, she already knew about it, about Rose and Hugo. She already knew about what he future, at least the one back home held for her. She remembered telling Ron off for behaving poorly toward Hugo and encouraged him with Rose. Now she was the one not exactly certain how to go about approaching him, utterly ridiculous as far as she was concerned. Harry being older had been one thing, she'd managed to bluff well enough being quite comfortable with him and he had gotten better with time. Ron being so much older was an entirely different matter. Of course she'd missed him – but she'd dulled it somewhat with the thought that he had been so unhappy here. Even in the train's more peaceful moments he barely seemed to know what to do with himself. So the Library was where she chose to go, not that she didn't already know it like the back of her hand, but it was in someways a place she could think, Crookshanks was currently sitting on her bed, giving her a look that she was absolutely certain meant that even he thought she was behaving in a very silly manner. But what if Ron didn't want to see her? Of course she knew he wouldn't say it, but- they were, in this way entirely unfamiliar to one another and he had a somewhat intimidating amount of information that she did not. Thirty years was too much a divide, they both we used to very different people in their lives, he didn't seem at all familiar and ..in a way she could only assume that was the very same for him. He remembered her, at this age and what they'd gone through, but she wouldn't ever be who he'd left back home. And Ron? Well technically now she'd hardly knew him at all. She wouldn't want to avoid him indefinitely, but perhaps time would make It a little easier – she considered talking to Rose first, but then decided not to. This very likely made Rose exceptionally happy, to have the father she remembered around. Someone who knew her as well as she knew them. Hermione didn't want to come along and colour that with her own confusion and concerns, especially when when certainly ought to be perfectly capable of sorting her own thoughts out. No, time would help and ..they'd just get along with it and eventually they would find a way around this terribly awkward experience. So now, Hermione moved to one of the little tables intending to sit, her dark gaze held by the texts in her hands – text books purchased at the resort; defensive spells and ancient runes. When she went to set them on the table, only to find a potted plant sitting there, a very unassuming looking orchid. “Oh brilliant.” She murmured, setting the books down, taking a step back and drawing her wand, the idea was to move the thing without touching it. |