hermione granger (highlylogical) wrote in landofatlantis, @ 2011-06-04 01:44:00 |
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She couldn't sleep. Taking on the Horcrux again hadn't been as easy as she had imagined. She had forgotten how terribly sour it made her mood and how it even threaded through her dreams. She hadn't been particularly cheery at the library this afternoon, preferring to keep her nose buried in books instead of engaging in conversation. Part of her felt guilty for it, but she didn't want to explain the dour silences she kept and simply let it be assumed that she was very devout in her readings and her research. It was a library, after all, and you were supposed to keep quiet, right? Without Harry around, Hermione didn't bother pretending her mood wasn't dragged down by the locket, even when she wasn't wearing the same, it still took time to recover from its effects.
Without being able to sleep and unwilling to really admit to anyone that her mood had been taken down by the locket, Hermione chose to go for a walk. She didn't want to talk to Harry about it, he would feel guilty. She couldn't talk to the other Harry or the Hermione or Ron that were younger than her - they wouldn't know what she was talking about. And Draco... well, he had enough to worry about right now. So she gathered up a few books and slipped them into her charmed bag, stashed her wand as well, and then slipped out of her flat. She quickly left the apartment building and took a stroll down one of the sidewalks. People had gone missing, according to what the internet forum had said, but Hermione wasn't worried. This place was safer than just about any other place she'd been in the past year. She was a witch, after all, and even if she couldn't leave this place, a well-timed and well-aimed disapparation would have her back in her flat and away from any trouble if someone wanted to bother. She doubted they would - all of the trouble seemed to surround those American vampires and their friends. For anyone else, this place was probably the safest they could be - and potentially the dullest, she supposed. Only recently had things in her own little sphere of influence begun to get truly interesting.
As she walked, Hermione pulled her wand out and then summoned one of the books she'd brought along from somewhere deep within the massive insides of the charmed bag. Lifting the bag back onto her shoulder, she looked around before whispering, "Lumos," and the tip of her wand lit up brightly. She took a seat on the bench she had been approaching and cracked open her book. It was one on the human mind from the perspective of muggle psychologists. If they couldn't find a magical solution to the other Draco's memory problem, perhaps understanding it from a more muggle point of view could help.