|Harry James Potter (sonofastag) wrote in wished,|
@ 2009-08-11 03:06:00
|Entry tags:||!1997: 08, !incomplete, ginny weasley, harry potter|
Who: Harry, Open to anyone who could be at the Burrow!
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: The Burrow
What: Harry's taking a break.
Rating: TBA, tame I'd imagine.
Harry had a headache. They'd given up on books for a bit and started going through old copies of the Prophet, searching for matching initials. Ron's floor was more or less covered in newspaper every way they stepped, and Harry's eyes itched from the dust and newsprint of the old papers. Wizarding or muggle - the ink in newspapers always made him sneeze after a while. Or maybe it was the paper, he had no idea. Either way, the sneezing gave him a headache, and he left Ron and Hermione to work and slipped downstairs for a bit. With the wedding preparations and the Order about, people popped in and out of the Burrow fairly often. But for the moment at least, the kitchen was empty as he started to heat water for tea, digging about in the cupboard and coming up with a package of somewhat stale looking biscuits that he suspected must be everyone's least favorite for them to have lasted long enough to get stale, with Ron about.
But they were good enough, and he set the package on the counter, pulling one out and gnawing slowly at it while he waited on the tea. He took the Snitch he'd taken to keeping in his pocket out again, staring at it like he might suss it out, this time, and then tucking it away again, brushing a few stray crumbs from his collar as he finished the biscuit and reached for another one.