Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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| Saturday, August 9th, 2003 |
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| ( Owl to Blaise ) |
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| ( Owl to Ron ) |
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| Ron awoke exceptionally late this Saturday morning. He'd stayed up until the wee hours of the morning reading "Beating the Bludgers--A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch" by Kennilworthy Whisp, a helpful book that Angelina had lent him. At least, that was his pretence of reading so late into the night. He hadn't seen Hermione since dinner, and Harry had yet to come back to the dorm. Shaking his head groggily, he glared beadily at Seamus who had just entered the room noisily. "Still sleeping eh?" Seamus said in a voice so chipper that Ron now deemed it should be made illegal. "You missed a fantastic lunch, and breakfast too actually!" Ron grumbled indistinctly as he swung he legs off the side of the bed and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, well thanks a lot for waking me up in time!" he said as sarcastically as he could while having just woken up. Seamus merely shrugged, muttered something about someone being in a bloody good mood fort getting so much sleep, grabbed his Exploding Snap deck, and walked back out of the dormitory. Ron continued to get dressed at a leisurely pace, trying to remember which fruit it was you had to tickle in order to get back into the kitchens, and trying not to worry too much about where his best friends were. As he straightened up to leave, a tawny owl swooped in through the open window, dropped a small note with Hermione's handwriting on his bed, and circled back to perch on the window sill. Sitting back on the edge of his bed, he opened her note, read it quickly, and then scratched out a response on the back. He carried it over to the owl, who obediantly held out a leg so Ron could tie the note with more easy. "Pig could take a page out of your book..." Ron mumbled, though without any hardness in his tone. Stifling a sigh as he watched the owl take off back out the window, Ron couldn't help but think to himself "Well at least that takes care of one of them" as he went off in search of the food his stomach was telling him he oh so desperately needed. |
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Hermione sat on the steps of the Great Hall, lost in thought. It was a strange place to sit, really, but since it was the weekend, nobody seemed to be around to need to step over her. That suited her fine. The list of people with whom she was willing to share her space with today was a short one indeed. She'd sent an owl to Ron earlier, and his response had just come not long ago. She supposed she would see him soon... He wouldn't be able to miss her, sitting here, for very long. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Last night....last night.... It had been strange enough to begin with; her conversation with Sirius had been highly stressful. But then... She shook her head again. She needed to go for a walk or something. Where was Ron? |
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Before leaving his office, Snape made sure to leave several stacks of very advanced books on his desk, in a place where they would be most obvious. Not that he thought he'd have to worry. She'd find them anyway. He knew that much. She was one of the few students who was intelligent enough to even grasp half of these concepts... He skulked out of the dungeons, fully intending to return some points to Slytherin house on Mr. Malfoy's behalf before disappearing for the weekend. |
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The sun was starting to set, and there was a very slight chill touching the air. Hermione sat at the lake and hugged her knees to her chest. Ron had left a short while ago, but she'd opted to stay here and think. There was always, after all, a lot to think about. Why did everything have to be so complicated? her mind asked of her countless times. So few things were cut and dried right now. She thought about what was going on between Sirius and Harry, and she realized that the grey zone was deeper than she'd been able to verbalize. She'd just proven that to herself. If only she could get that across to Harry...but maybe that wasn't such a good idea. He'd said he wanted to be alone, so she wasn't about to track him down and start waxing philosophical about things. She contemplated the brass key in her hand for a while, simply for lack of anything else to look at. Then she sighed. She'd have to go back eventually. She wasn't sure if she was up to accepting Ron's invitation...but there was still some light in the sky, so she supposed she had time to decide. |
Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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