RP: Being Lazy
Date: 13 August 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private (ping if you wanna visit)
Summary: The trio is lazing about.
Completion: Incomplete
Harry sat on the floor in the parlor with his back against his favorite ottoman, Firebolt on one side of him and a servicing kit on the other. Hermione was across the way on the sofa; she'd taken the bandages off her wrists only a bit ago, and was testing them out on different things. Ron had been working on some things for the shop; the opening wasn't too far off and he had the Gigglers ready to sell.
Since Luna had left this morning, they'd been having a bit of a lazy day. It had been good to see her, and he knew Hermione had been glad to have her by. She'd told them that their team had won yesterday's game, which was great news, and they'd mostly just talked and drank tea until Luna had left to go and paint her house with Dean. The rest of the day had been spent on lunch, bits of conversation here and there, and playing with the new chess set that Ron had made him for his birthday. They didn't talk very much, still, about Thursday. Neither of them seemed to be able, even though the hours had stretched out ahead of them. He wished he was better at it, but every time he looked at her bruises, her wrists or throat, his own throat became that much more tight.
Harry stretched his legs out in front of him and reached for his glass of juice and a biscuit. Tomorrow was back to work, or, was supposed to be. He'd just as soon Hermione stayed home, but he didn't know if she was considering it or not. Passing the plate of biscuits to Ron, he looked over at her. "You, uh," he cleared his throat, "any more letters?"
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private (ping if you wanna visit)
Summary: The trio is lazing about.
Completion: Incomplete
Harry sat on the floor in the parlor with his back against his favorite ottoman, Firebolt on one side of him and a servicing kit on the other. Hermione was across the way on the sofa; she'd taken the bandages off her wrists only a bit ago, and was testing them out on different things. Ron had been working on some things for the shop; the opening wasn't too far off and he had the Gigglers ready to sell.
Since Luna had left this morning, they'd been having a bit of a lazy day. It had been good to see her, and he knew Hermione had been glad to have her by. She'd told them that their team had won yesterday's game, which was great news, and they'd mostly just talked and drank tea until Luna had left to go and paint her house with Dean. The rest of the day had been spent on lunch, bits of conversation here and there, and playing with the new chess set that Ron had made him for his birthday. They didn't talk very much, still, about Thursday. Neither of them seemed to be able, even though the hours had stretched out ahead of them. He wished he was better at it, but every time he looked at her bruises, her wrists or throat, his own throat became that much more tight.
Harry stretched his legs out in front of him and reached for his glass of juice and a biscuit. Tomorrow was back to work, or, was supposed to be. He'd just as soon Hermione stayed home, but he didn't know if she was considering it or not. Passing the plate of biscuits to Ron, he looked over at her. "You, uh," he cleared his throat, "any more letters?"