RP: In the Library
Date: June 7, 1998
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Hermione talk.
Completion: Complete
Harry wandered up from the kitchen with two glasses of pumpkin juice, surprised once again that Kreacher hadn't been lurking there. This morning, he'd found Kreacher in the bathroom he shared with Ron, busily scrubbing and tidying up -- not that it was that untidy to begin with, but still. He wondered whether Kreacher was still following Hermione's chore charts; he had no wish to have her thinking that he was foisting one of his own chores off on Kreacher.
Taking a sip from one of the glasses, Harry headed back up to the library, where he'd left Hermione to go and get the drinks. This latter half of the day was passing somewhat slowly; he'd spent the morning at Hogwarts helping to clean the castle and then had had lunch and come back here. Much as he liked going to Hogwarts, both out of his need to help fix what was broken and his need to simply do something, it lent a sort of restless tedium to his days. He needed to be doing something else; the repairs on the school weren't going to last forever, even if it hadn't yet been three weeks since they'd started.
He needed some sort of direction. It was more than just something to do, more than just money; he wanted to feel as if he were working toward something. Ron had begun working for George at the joke shop, and so far seemed to enjoy it. Harry smiled slightly as he thought of Ron's pride at having made the Gummi Gigglers. Ron was helping put together what was broken there, and being there for his brother, and Harry was glad to see that. Hermione had HERO to keep her busy along with Hogwarts work, and he could easily see that it was something she was passionate about, a goal that she could work toward and be proud of. And they all had NEWTs to work out, when and if they could find out more about it.
For his part, he was going to Hogwarts every other day or so, helping to get Grimmauld Place straight and livable, and ... not much else, really. He had no job, no studies, no project. He'd still barely seen his friends apart from Hermione and Ron, at least not enough to talk and really catch up. He felt as if he were losing them, as if he were falling out of touch, and he hated it. While he was sure that for now, people were sort of sticking with the people they were closest to until the world straightened out a bit, he didn't like feeling as if he were in a separate group simply because he and Ron and Hermione had shared totally different experiences. He sensed that they both felt similarly, and yet, it was difficult to change it.
How did you rebuild connections you didn't even consciously form in the first place? Of course, he felt out of his depth with relationships in general, which definitely didn't help matters any. He had Hermione and Ron, though, and felt like as long as he didn't muck that up, he'd be okay no matter what.
He was trying to get out there more, and seeing old friends and acquaintances and professors at Hogwarts helped him to feel as if things might one day be normal again. Maybe one day soon, he'd go into Diagon Alley and see what businesses were open or getting there. See who needed help. He had no idea what he wanted to do or where he would fit, but he knew he didn't want to sit around Grimmauld Place indefinitely.
When he reached the library, Hermione was tucked onto one of the cozy oversized chairs with a book. He filed away his jumbled thoughts for another time and offered a half-smile as he held out a glass for her and headed over.
"I return with drinks," he stated as he reached her and took a seat.
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Hermione talk.
Completion: Complete
Harry wandered up from the kitchen with two glasses of pumpkin juice, surprised once again that Kreacher hadn't been lurking there. This morning, he'd found Kreacher in the bathroom he shared with Ron, busily scrubbing and tidying up -- not that it was that untidy to begin with, but still. He wondered whether Kreacher was still following Hermione's chore charts; he had no wish to have her thinking that he was foisting one of his own chores off on Kreacher.
Taking a sip from one of the glasses, Harry headed back up to the library, where he'd left Hermione to go and get the drinks. This latter half of the day was passing somewhat slowly; he'd spent the morning at Hogwarts helping to clean the castle and then had had lunch and come back here. Much as he liked going to Hogwarts, both out of his need to help fix what was broken and his need to simply do something, it lent a sort of restless tedium to his days. He needed to be doing something else; the repairs on the school weren't going to last forever, even if it hadn't yet been three weeks since they'd started.
He needed some sort of direction. It was more than just something to do, more than just money; he wanted to feel as if he were working toward something. Ron had begun working for George at the joke shop, and so far seemed to enjoy it. Harry smiled slightly as he thought of Ron's pride at having made the Gummi Gigglers. Ron was helping put together what was broken there, and being there for his brother, and Harry was glad to see that. Hermione had HERO to keep her busy along with Hogwarts work, and he could easily see that it was something she was passionate about, a goal that she could work toward and be proud of. And they all had NEWTs to work out, when and if they could find out more about it.
For his part, he was going to Hogwarts every other day or so, helping to get Grimmauld Place straight and livable, and ... not much else, really. He had no job, no studies, no project. He'd still barely seen his friends apart from Hermione and Ron, at least not enough to talk and really catch up. He felt as if he were losing them, as if he were falling out of touch, and he hated it. While he was sure that for now, people were sort of sticking with the people they were closest to until the world straightened out a bit, he didn't like feeling as if he were in a separate group simply because he and Ron and Hermione had shared totally different experiences. He sensed that they both felt similarly, and yet, it was difficult to change it.
How did you rebuild connections you didn't even consciously form in the first place? Of course, he felt out of his depth with relationships in general, which definitely didn't help matters any. He had Hermione and Ron, though, and felt like as long as he didn't muck that up, he'd be okay no matter what.
He was trying to get out there more, and seeing old friends and acquaintances and professors at Hogwarts helped him to feel as if things might one day be normal again. Maybe one day soon, he'd go into Diagon Alley and see what businesses were open or getting there. See who needed help. He had no idea what he wanted to do or where he would fit, but he knew he didn't want to sit around Grimmauld Place indefinitely.
When he reached the library, Hermione was tucked onto one of the cozy oversized chairs with a book. He filed away his jumbled thoughts for another time and offered a half-smile as he held out a glass for her and headed over.
"I return with drinks," he stated as he reached her and took a seat.