Hugo Weasley (hereishugo) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-12-28 15:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | active: hermione granger, active: hugo weasley |
Hugo & Hermione
WHO: Hermione Granger & Hugo Weasley
WHAT: Christmas Surprise!
WHERE: His flat.
WHEN: Backdated to a few days before Christmas.
WARNINGS: Nope
STATUS: Completed via GDOC.
Hugo could not pretend he didn’t feel awkward around his nineteen year old mother. He kept his identity quiet partly because he thought he’d return to his reality and never have to deal with the semantics of living in an alternate dimension. However, it became clear he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon and couldn’t keep the secret for Merlin knew how long. Hermione had been her usual calm and collected self when he admitted he was her son, but Hugo still felt odd about the whole matter, especially when it came to the holidays and giving his mum a gift. He finally settled on something and hoped it was good enough.
He invited her to his flat when he knew his roommates would be out; he didn’t need an audience for any potential awkwardness between them. Still, he wanted to make a good impression now that she knew he was her kid so he made sure the flat was neat and tidy while he waited for her.
Hermione naturally did not know what to expect when Hugo invited her over, but she was happy to go. Merlin, she would feel better if she could have her battered, but well loved, copy of Hogwarts: A History with her. Even after several months it felt strange not to be at Hogwarts. It seemed the universe was sending her a sign that she would not be finishing her last year after all.
Regardless, she found herself standing at the door at exactly the designated time and knocked. She promised herself she would not ask too many questions. Did she really want to know about the future? Maybe not, but she did want to know about Hugo. He was her son after all.
Hugo made sure he wore a smile when he opened the door. “Hi, M---er, Hermione.” It felt odd not calling her “mum,” but it also felt strange calling someone his age by the term. “Come on in. Do you want something to drink? Eat?”
Hermione gave Hugo a smile, albeit an awkward one, but a smile nonetheless. This was still odd, but she hoped it didn’t have to be odd forever. “Water will be fine…” It wasn’t like there was a place serving butterbeer or pumpkin juice there. The United States had different things to drink like pop, coffee, and whatnot. “I am glad you asked me by…” Hermione said awkwardly not knowing what else to say.
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Hugo replied, answering both Hermione about the water and the invitation. “Give me one sec?” He ducked out long enough to pour Hermione a cold glass of water. “Here you go,” he said, holding it out, when he returned. “Er, thanks for coming.” It was all very formal, but Hugo wasn’t good with these sort of things on his best day, never mind when it came to dealing with his university-aged mum.
Hermione gave him a smile and gratefully accepted the water. It was certainly awkward, but she didn’t want it to always be like this between them. If only they could talk about books or something else she knew about, children, especially grown up ones, not so much. Still Hermione told herself she would do better. “I never asked you, what kind of music do you play?”
“Er, pop and rock mostly,” Hugo replied. Hermione was right -- if they had more things in common, like books, the meeting would probably be easier. He wouldn’t tell her, but, as much as he loved his mum, he always felt like something was missing even at home. It was just easier with his dad. “Don’t ask me to play,” he teased, “I’m still learning.” He’d play with Gwen, but he wasn’t ready for his family to hear. Their opinions mattered too much. He wanted to be better first.
“Um,” he continued, “I actually have something for you. Bit of an early Christmas present, but I couldn’t resist. If you don’t like it, I’m sure we can find someone to take it.” He found someone to take the snake the elves gave him, after all.
Hermione raised an eyebrow intrigued as to what it could be that Hugo had gotten her. “I am sure it’s wonderful,” she assured him because truthfully, whatever it was he had gotten her would be perfect. Gifts received from loved ones always were. It made her smile just to think that he had taken the time to give her something at all. “I do have to admit now I’m rather curious as to what it is….”
“Wait here.” He flashed a genuine smile before darting for his bedroom where he was hiding the gift. He emerged moments later with a wiggling gray tabby kitten in his arms. He asked the entity for an idea about what to get Hermione and saw the baby animal in the animal shelter’s window only days later. “I hope you like him,” Hugo said sheepishly. Giving someone a pet was a big deal; he just hoped he made the right choice. “I was passing by the shelter and saw this little mate and…” He shrugged.
Hermione stood there a moment completely flabbergasted by the tiny little meowing creature before her. “He’s absolutely darling…” She promised softly as she gently reached for the kitten in order to scoop it lovelying into her arms as she flashed Hugo a smile. “Does he have a name?”
Hugo placed the kitten into Hermione’s arms as she spoke. “No,” he replied. “Figured you’d want to do that.” Hugo preferred dogs, but wanted to make his mother happy. Besides, only a cold-hearted git wouldn’t find the kitten adorable.
Hermione was quiet a moment as she peered down at the kitten that had taken refuge in her arms. He needed a nice strong name. Crookshanks had come with a name so she hadn’t had to come up with one. “Let’s see how about…” This was a tough decision. “...I’ll get back to you on his name.” She told Hugo with a smile.