Hermione Granger (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} er_my_nee) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} quaffle_rpg,@ 2009-09-09 01:18:00 |
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WHO: Hermione & Ron
WHERE: their flat & then the pound
WHEN: Wednesday around noon
WHAT: pet shopping cuz Crooks is dead :(
RATING: duno
Hermione was at work for three hours before the Head of her Department sent her home. She had been awake for six hours, five of which she had spent crying. It wasn't exactly productive to be at work when you smeared more papers than you actually filed. And Hermione, ever one to throw herself into her work, had been trying to do just that... and failing miserably. She had woken up at six in the morning, as usual. She had taken her shower, as usual. And then she sat down at the breakfast table with her breakfast (big shocker there, huh?) and that morning's issue of the Daily Prophet.
It wasn't until seven fifteen (exactly, because Hermione's morning routine was just that regular) that Hermione realized something was wrong with Crookshanks. She opened his can of cat food and he didn't come running. She called. She searched. And she made herself frantic. She even woke Ron up. And at seven fifty-nine, half-way through the time she usually spent exercising, she found her cat. Curled up behind the toilet. Dead.
Well Hermione was in shock. She rushed off to work and left Ron to take care of her familiar. But she spent the next three hours sobbing. And now she was headed home. Not that she wanted to go home, just that it didn't appear she had any choice in the matter. She stepped through the door, dropping her purse wherever (a very not Hermione thing to do) and flopped down on the couch. She probably looked a mess but she really didn't care. Not that she normally did, just that she hated when Ron saw her crying. It just seemed like she couldn't stop today.
WHERE: their flat & then the pound
WHEN: Wednesday around noon
WHAT: pet shopping cuz Crooks is dead :(
RATING: duno
Hermione was at work for three hours before the Head of her Department sent her home. She had been awake for six hours, five of which she had spent crying. It wasn't exactly productive to be at work when you smeared more papers than you actually filed. And Hermione, ever one to throw herself into her work, had been trying to do just that... and failing miserably. She had woken up at six in the morning, as usual. She had taken her shower, as usual. And then she sat down at the breakfast table with her breakfast (big shocker there, huh?) and that morning's issue of the Daily Prophet.
It wasn't until seven fifteen (exactly, because Hermione's morning routine was just that regular) that Hermione realized something was wrong with Crookshanks. She opened his can of cat food and he didn't come running. She called. She searched. And she made herself frantic. She even woke Ron up. And at seven fifty-nine, half-way through the time she usually spent exercising, she found her cat. Curled up behind the toilet. Dead.
Well Hermione was in shock. She rushed off to work and left Ron to take care of her familiar. But she spent the next three hours sobbing. And now she was headed home. Not that she wanted to go home, just that it didn't appear she had any choice in the matter. She stepped through the door, dropping her purse wherever (a very not Hermione thing to do) and flopped down on the couch. She probably looked a mess but she really didn't care. Not that she normally did, just that she hated when Ron saw her crying. It just seemed like she couldn't stop today.