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Tweak says, "WTF, Rowling?!"

Hermione Granger (cerebralwitch) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-09-29 20:40:00

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!1997: 09, !complete, harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley

Who: Hermione, Ron, Harry
What: Talking and planning
Where: Hogwarts
When: The night of the 27th, after they got their notes from Dumbledore.
Warnings: TBA

Hermione had only met Mundungus a handful of times before tonight, and he'd always made her uncomfortable in the way that you felt uncomfortable with strangers rubbing their hands together gleefully in dark alleyways - she assumed. But what sort of person made a living on robbing estates and then kept the cache of items they coulnd't seen in a graveyard? The graveyard in Godric's Hollow, no less. She'd seen Harry's face when he'd given away that particular bit of information and it made her cringe to know what he must have been thinking about.

She scowled a little at no one in particular as she walked through the hallway with Ron and Harry. It would be curfew soon, but they had passes, and they needed to talk about this new information - now that they knew where the locket was, they had to get to it as soon as possible. Rushing off now wasn't the best idea, of course, but it had to be soon, and they needed to make plans.

"Where should we go?" She asked them both after she'd looked around the corridor to be sure they were alone.

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geroffme
2009-10-02 02:07 am UTC (link)

Ron looked at her - and then briefly up at the ceiling. "Of course you do. Why didn't I think of that?" He could just see her, out and about determined to add to her collection of potential victims. Brilliant. He took a moment to hope she'd chosen well. "If you've got some that'll work, then - no sense in risking any trouble in Hogsmeade trying to get them off drunks and strangers. Or from Fred and George." He wasn't getting on board with that if he could help it.

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sonofastag
2009-10-02 02:17 am UTC (link)

Hermione was just scary, sometimes. Organized, thoughtful, brilliant, dedicated, brave, and caring - but terrifying. "So you just saved up hairs? How do you have them saved? A baggy for 'blond tall bloke' one for 'balding short man'?" he asked, teasing a little. "We end up doing this much, how much you want to bet that with our luck we'll just stroll face-first into whoever's hair you plucked and leave them staring at themselves?" Which would probably be more bad than funny, since they'd have to be obliviated, if they were muggle, and then the Ministry would know someone was running around polyjuiced. . . but it was still sort of a funny thought. "Didn't anyone yell at you for grabbing at their hair?"

"We can always get more while we're out too. Just assault random people to yank out their hair. No one will mind." Harry was smirking and couldn't quite help it. Imagining Hermione rushing after people and trying to stealthily pluck hairs was just more fun than thinking about running off to the graveyard his parents were probably buried at.

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cerebralwitch
2009-10-03 04:00 am UTC (link)

"Well I'll be a veela from Bill and Fleur's wedding, and you two will be those two hags that used to hang about outside of Flourish and Blotts," Hermione answered, completely straight faced. If that were true, it would serve them right, really, for thinking that she'd be anything less that five steps ahead of them both when it came to being prepared. In reality, they were muggles who'd lived next door to her family on either side, before she'd sent her parents off. One of them was a hairdresser - it hadn't been hard to get hair in the shop.

"Are you two finished?" But she did finally crack a smile at the teasing, rolling her eyes in a longsuffering sort of way at the boys. "Saturday, then?"

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geroffme
2009-10-03 04:16 am UTC (link)

The very carefully blank expression that had closed up over Ron's face when 'Hermione' and 'veela' came clashing together in his mind collapsed into an affronted stare. "I can't be a hag," he insisted, throwing a appraising look in Harry's direction. "I haven't got the hair for it."

It was nice to be able to laugh (even nicer to see Hermione descend to it, however slightly), because, really, polyjuice was just going to make this even more unpleasant than it was already bound to be. "Saturday," he muttered, without objection. Not nearly far enough away.

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sonofastag
2009-10-03 04:24 am UTC (link)

Harry's mouth twitched into a smile he couldn't hold back. "You're going to be a Veela? Well. That's Ron useless for the whole time then. Unless you need someone to shout at you. Then he'll be right helpful." Harry attempted to scoot stealthily out of smacking range.

"Saturday," Harry agreed. He looked around the bathroom and then made a face, shrugging. "You Prefects are bloody spoiled, you know. We should go back, before someone wants to come in and do laps in the tub."

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