RP: Sunday Morning Routines
Date: Sunday, November 6, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Location: Grimmauld Place, Somewhere Else
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend Sunday morning together
Completion: Complete
It had been a restless night. There had been dreams of fire and Harry and flying and other things that were forgotten when she woke up. It hadn't really been nightmares, because Hermione knew how she felt after those, but they'd left her feeling tense and unable to go back to sleep. Fortunately, she'd been able to sleep enough to not feel lethargic or cranky, so she just read in bed for awhile before she got up.
Instead of going to take a shower, she went downstairs to the ballroom to have a session with Sam. That was becoming her routine several days a week, and it was an oddly good start for the day. She didn't really like to go running or doing other types of exercise, but beating a punching bag was somewhat exhilarating. After she felt the muscles in her back and shoulder start to sting, she went upstairs to clean up.
Once her shower was finished, she dried her hair and got dressed. It was cold outside, so she chose a warm pair of denims and a comfortable jumper to wear for the day. It wasn't raining, at least, though she'd seen in the paper that they predicted more rain this week. It would be interesting to see how long it was before there was snow in Hogsmeade.
Since Harry wasn't awake yet, she debated between waking him up and working on her revision. He needed his sleep, so it would be selfish to go upstairs and make noise deliberately to wake him. It was tempting, however, because she was already hungry and thought it might be best to eat breakfast before their walk this Sunday, instead of the other way around.
She considered it as she brushed her hair, finally deciding to go downstairs and make something to eat. If Harry wasn't awake by the time she was finished, she'd take the food upstairs and make noise to get his lazy bum out of bed. Of course, it was still pretty early, especially for a Sunday, so he wasn't really that lazy, but she felt like doing something more than sitting with her revision homework. Kreacher wasn't pleased that she'd decided to make breakfast herself, but he got over most of his muttering when she asked him to teach her how to make an omelet.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Location: Grimmauld Place, Somewhere Else
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend Sunday morning together
Completion: Complete
It had been a restless night. There had been dreams of fire and Harry and flying and other things that were forgotten when she woke up. It hadn't really been nightmares, because Hermione knew how she felt after those, but they'd left her feeling tense and unable to go back to sleep. Fortunately, she'd been able to sleep enough to not feel lethargic or cranky, so she just read in bed for awhile before she got up.
Instead of going to take a shower, she went downstairs to the ballroom to have a session with Sam. That was becoming her routine several days a week, and it was an oddly good start for the day. She didn't really like to go running or doing other types of exercise, but beating a punching bag was somewhat exhilarating. After she felt the muscles in her back and shoulder start to sting, she went upstairs to clean up.
Once her shower was finished, she dried her hair and got dressed. It was cold outside, so she chose a warm pair of denims and a comfortable jumper to wear for the day. It wasn't raining, at least, though she'd seen in the paper that they predicted more rain this week. It would be interesting to see how long it was before there was snow in Hogsmeade.
Since Harry wasn't awake yet, she debated between waking him up and working on her revision. He needed his sleep, so it would be selfish to go upstairs and make noise deliberately to wake him. It was tempting, however, because she was already hungry and thought it might be best to eat breakfast before their walk this Sunday, instead of the other way around.
She considered it as she brushed her hair, finally deciding to go downstairs and make something to eat. If Harry wasn't awake by the time she was finished, she'd take the food upstairs and make noise to get his lazy bum out of bed. Of course, it was still pretty early, especially for a Sunday, so he wasn't really that lazy, but she felt like doing something more than sitting with her revision homework. Kreacher wasn't pleased that she'd decided to make breakfast herself, but he got over most of his muttering when she asked him to teach her how to make an omelet.