Who: Hermione Granger and Harry Potter When: July 20th around noon. Where: Muggle restaurant in Oxford What: Two friends having lunch Rating: Depends on how the conversation turns
Hermione had felt a little guilty about heading to the house on her own all week. Still, she felt that getting her bedroom together was something that needed to be done on her own. Now that it was complete she'd moved to the bathroom which was ready save running water. Thankfully, she had taken about half of their savings and placed it in Gringott's before clearning their memories. That meant she had the money necessary to do the Muggle things that were required to get the Granger home back in working order.
She'd given Harry the address of the utilities department and had been waiting outside for him at the appointed time. Thankfully, being eighteen and with her parents having signed the necessary paperwork to put her on the deed she was able to get in and out in no time. Now they were making their way down the street toward a small cafe a bit up the road. It was a place her father had taken her on many occasions and a favorite summer treat.
"It's nice to walk down the street without prying eyes," she gave a contented sigh. "I dread going into Diagon these days. I am so ready for this to all pass over." It was something she hadn't really been able to discuss with anyone and she knew that she wasn't getting the brunt of the attention the way Harry was. For the first time, she really understood why he'd hated all the attention he'd gotten in their earlier years.