Room 308, Friday evening

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There wasn't much at all left for Hermione to pack away, just the bare essentials. The rest had all been loaded into a fairly small (though extremely heavy) trunk, a carrying case for Crookshanks and a small knapsack that she would be able to carry with her. That too was a little heavy, but she hadn't been able to decide which books to bring along

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[the_merriest]

Rikku frowned at the empty half of the room. "That's everything? And you have my phone number and you'll call if you need anything and you'll be careful and ... all of that, right?"

[smartestone]

"It is, and I do, and I will to both of those," Hermione said. "It'll be all right, I'm sure." In fact, she was sure it wouldn't, but she wasn't going to go around saying that.

[the_merriest]

"Things will work out," Rikku said, hoping she sounded more sure of that than she felt. "They always do, even if it seems really bad right in the middle. Just means it's not at the end yet, you know?"

And sometimes the end meant going to the funerals and moving on, but ... yeah, that wasn't something to bring up, either. She kinda sucked at this kinda thing.

[smartestone]

Hermione nodded. "I know. Things have been headed in one direction for years. There has to be an end to it eventually."

It'd be nice if it ended well, though.

[Not cool, LJ.]