Who: Hermione Granger and Grant Page Where: West door and then Forbidden Forest When: Six-ish What: Dinner Rating: Probably low Status: Incomplete
There had been a time, Grant was sure, that the house elves would have balked at putting together dinner for two at short notice. He and Hermione hadn't made this plan much in advance, after all. But, if he was to judge, he'd say the house elves were bored. After taking care of roughly 400 people for years, to suddenly only have 50 to care for... he supposed he knew how they felt. Boredom was wearying in a way busyness couldn't be.
In the end, he'd had to be a lightening charm on the basket just so he could carry it. Now, wrapped in his cloak, he waited by the west door with nothing to do but worry. He wanted the date to go well, he supposed. Maybe he'd like her? It could happen. It was entirely improbable, but it could. Part of him didn't really want that, though. Merlin, it wasn't even like they gave him time to mourn Josef and he was supposed to marry? This whole thing was insane.