RP: Visiting Ollivander
Date: Wednesday, June 7, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Ollivander, Dean Thomas
Location: Ollivander's shop
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione stops by to check on Mr. Ollivander
Completion: Incomplete
After another failure at the Ministry of Magic, Hermione decided to take a walk before figuring out how to spend the rest of her day. This was the last time she'd try to speak to someone about Dobby. Each time made her feel more frustrated and tempted to hex anyone who spoke to her as if she were a stupid child. She wasn't stupid, and she hadn't been a child in a great many years. Of course, if she bothered to give her name and play on her connection to Harry, she probably would have been treated with more respect, but the idea of having to use her friendship to Harry just to be heard was ridiculous. She was a citizen of this world with a legitimate issue to discuss, and they bloody well got paid to listen.
She gave the benefit of a doubt in regards to the state of the Ministry right now. She knew they were adjusting to losing so many people and that many areas were desperate for employees. If she had a matter to discuss with Magical Law or another department that was probably overwhelmed post-war, she certainly would be upset or offended at being brushed off. If she'd even be told that they were too busy to discuss an issue regarding a heroic House Elf, she'd have understood. They hadn't been very busy, though, and the war hadn't seemed to change their structure beyond losing some employees.
So, basically it most likely came down to the fact that she was young, to them, and that they couldn't fathom the idea of giving a House Elf an Order of the Merlin posthumously. This wasn't a matter that she could just grit her teeth and mutter about before dropping, though. If not for Dobby, the war would have ended a far different way. Harry would have been killed easily by Voldemort, Ron and Luna and Dean and Ollivander would have been tortured or killed or worse. And she'd have been given to Greyback, which would have been worse than death, since she had a reasonable idea what his ideas of entertainment probably consisted of, even if she did her best to not think about how horribly that night might have gone.
Voldemort would have won if Dobby hadn't saved them. And that was the reason she refused to give up. Kingsley was so busy that she'd tried not to bother him with this matter, but she was reaching the end of her patience. Perhaps he could find time for a brief meeting with a, well, friend wasn't appropriate so perhaps colleague worked best. Once she had resolution for this matter, she'd be able to stop obsessing over it in the annoying way she did sometimes. She wanted to post notices about H.E.R.O., just in case anyone else actually wanted to participate, and she wanted to be able to give good news as to the results of the group's first efforts for recognition and support of House Elves.
Her walk took her to the Thames eventually, and she stopped to watch the river. There was a boat of tourists floating past, loud people talking and laughing about whatever the driver had said. All of them totally oblivious to the fate they'd been saved from not even three weeks ago. She felt like a stranger in this world now, which was sad. She had always thought it would be possible to live in both worlds. After all, people did it all the time.
And she'd tried, especially at first. Tried to care about things like telly and music groups, about politics and sports, but her mind and her heart had always been drifting towards the magical world, to what was happening there while she was playing at being normal and not magical. To Ron and Harry, who had become so much of her life after a horrid start. How could she ever truly be comfortable somewhere where they weren't?
She just wasn't as talented as all those who balanced both worlds, she guessed. She had made a choice fourth year, after she'd seen Cedric Diggory's still body lying on the ground, even if she hadn't really realized it back then. Her world was the magical world, had been since she was eleven and found out why she'd never truly fit in, since she'd received her wand and felt it come alive in her hands. She was simply a visitor in the Muggle world now, which was something she still wasn't ready to deal with; added to the list of other things she just preferred not to think about right now.
Instead of Apparating to Hogsmeade, she changed direction and started walking towards Diagon Alley. The memory of feeling her wand made her think about Mr. Ollivander. She knew his shop had been pretty destroyed, and it would be time before he had wands again, so it wasn't a desire to find a new wand, even if she did eventually want one that was hers. She'd heard that he'd left Aunt Muriel's and returned to Diagon Alley, so she wanted to stop by to check on him, make sure he was recovering okay and offer any help he might need.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Ollivander, Dean Thomas
Location: Ollivander's shop
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione stops by to check on Mr. Ollivander
Completion: Incomplete
After another failure at the Ministry of Magic, Hermione decided to take a walk before figuring out how to spend the rest of her day. This was the last time she'd try to speak to someone about Dobby. Each time made her feel more frustrated and tempted to hex anyone who spoke to her as if she were a stupid child. She wasn't stupid, and she hadn't been a child in a great many years. Of course, if she bothered to give her name and play on her connection to Harry, she probably would have been treated with more respect, but the idea of having to use her friendship to Harry just to be heard was ridiculous. She was a citizen of this world with a legitimate issue to discuss, and they bloody well got paid to listen.
She gave the benefit of a doubt in regards to the state of the Ministry right now. She knew they were adjusting to losing so many people and that many areas were desperate for employees. If she had a matter to discuss with Magical Law or another department that was probably overwhelmed post-war, she certainly would be upset or offended at being brushed off. If she'd even be told that they were too busy to discuss an issue regarding a heroic House Elf, she'd have understood. They hadn't been very busy, though, and the war hadn't seemed to change their structure beyond losing some employees.
So, basically it most likely came down to the fact that she was young, to them, and that they couldn't fathom the idea of giving a House Elf an Order of the Merlin posthumously. This wasn't a matter that she could just grit her teeth and mutter about before dropping, though. If not for Dobby, the war would have ended a far different way. Harry would have been killed easily by Voldemort, Ron and Luna and Dean and Ollivander would have been tortured or killed or worse. And she'd have been given to Greyback, which would have been worse than death, since she had a reasonable idea what his ideas of entertainment probably consisted of, even if she did her best to not think about how horribly that night might have gone.
Voldemort would have won if Dobby hadn't saved them. And that was the reason she refused to give up. Kingsley was so busy that she'd tried not to bother him with this matter, but she was reaching the end of her patience. Perhaps he could find time for a brief meeting with a, well, friend wasn't appropriate so perhaps colleague worked best. Once she had resolution for this matter, she'd be able to stop obsessing over it in the annoying way she did sometimes. She wanted to post notices about H.E.R.O., just in case anyone else actually wanted to participate, and she wanted to be able to give good news as to the results of the group's first efforts for recognition and support of House Elves.
Her walk took her to the Thames eventually, and she stopped to watch the river. There was a boat of tourists floating past, loud people talking and laughing about whatever the driver had said. All of them totally oblivious to the fate they'd been saved from not even three weeks ago. She felt like a stranger in this world now, which was sad. She had always thought it would be possible to live in both worlds. After all, people did it all the time.
And she'd tried, especially at first. Tried to care about things like telly and music groups, about politics and sports, but her mind and her heart had always been drifting towards the magical world, to what was happening there while she was playing at being normal and not magical. To Ron and Harry, who had become so much of her life after a horrid start. How could she ever truly be comfortable somewhere where they weren't?
She just wasn't as talented as all those who balanced both worlds, she guessed. She had made a choice fourth year, after she'd seen Cedric Diggory's still body lying on the ground, even if she hadn't really realized it back then. Her world was the magical world, had been since she was eleven and found out why she'd never truly fit in, since she'd received her wand and felt it come alive in her hands. She was simply a visitor in the Muggle world now, which was something she still wasn't ready to deal with; added to the list of other things she just preferred not to think about right now.
Instead of Apparating to Hogsmeade, she changed direction and started walking towards Diagon Alley. The memory of feeling her wand made her think about Mr. Ollivander. She knew his shop had been pretty destroyed, and it would be time before he had wands again, so it wasn't a desire to find a new wand, even if she did eventually want one that was hers. She'd heard that he'd left Aunt Muriel's and returned to Diagon Alley, so she wanted to stop by to check on him, make sure he was recovering okay and offer any help he might need.