Who: Harry, Ron, Hermione What: moving because Harry was stupid and his birthday gets forgotten. Also, marijuana. When: Saturday, evening-ish? [backdated] Where: camping somewhere, then a house in Colchester Warnings: TENSION/ANGRY TIMES LIKELY Status: Incomplete
It had taken Harry completely by surprise that his little note in the journal was the cause for so much concern. He'd been bored, and he'd wanted to talk to people - people that he didn't see every day, people that he was worrying about - and he hadn't seen the harm in scribbling a little note in a book. Then, yes, he'd gotten a response from a Death Eater, but he still didn't see what they could actually do to him besides write back.
If they were smart, at all, they'd know he was alive. And yeah, maybe they'd gotten a little bit comfortable thinking he was out of sight and out of mind, as Hermione put it, but that bothered him a little, too. If they were going to go to all these lengths to be worrying about their safety from Death Eaters, surely the people they were hiding from could stand to be a little bit worried too. Or something.
That was not the kind of argument that would stand up well with Ron and Hermione, though. Which one would be most likely to disagree with him was a little bit hard to tell, these days, but either way, he wasn't going to bother. If they really thought the Death Eaters could track him from a note in a journal, he supposed it was better safe than sorry, even though it was half tempting to stay: just so he could think, later, see? nothing happened. Which he also wouldn't say aloud, for the good of the group.
When he was ready, he scanned the area around them, wand in his hand. They were alone in their camping spot, just as they had been before. Whatever. "So," he said. "Where to next?"