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hermoniny (hermoniny) wrote in pandorarpg,

Hermione was curled up in her favorite chair with a book about dreams and visions, something she'd never bothered to look into too much in the past, but obviously were much more important at the present. She was dressed comfortably, in a simple tank top and sweater and loose pants, with her hair pulled up and out of the way without much care for appearance. Suddenly there was a knock on her door, and she hadn't been expecting anyone, at least she was pretty sure she hadn't been. She closed her book and went to the door, looking out the peep hole and seeing Ron standing on the other side. Her throat dried up a bit, because the only time he'd come unannounced to her door recently was with bad news, and she really hoped nothing too serious had happened.

She opened the door and smiled. "Hi Ron, come on in," she was a little afraid to ask what was up, but she could tell by his body language that he was uncomfortable. The only good thing was that he didn't look terribly distraught, so if something had happened, it wasn't as bad as the last time he'd brought her bad news. "Something's happened, hasn't it?" she asked as she closed the door and looked worriedly at him. Really, at this point, as long as he was ok, it couldn't be too bad. He was the one that mattered most to her, so at least he was standing in her living room.