RP: A Fair Trade
Date: December 18, 2004
Character(s): Roger Davies, Hermione Granger
Location: 35 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Roger comes by to fix a little something at the bookshop, makes a discovery-- and picks up a hobby.
Completion: Complete
Roger swung his toolkit a little as he walked, again towards the bookshop. He'd only had the red metal box for a few weeks, really (he'd gotten it hand-me-down from Jack), and the novelty hadn't yet worn off, he supposed, grinning slightly. Hermione had told him he could come by any time to patch up that column and install some moulding around it, and he wanted to get it done early in the week. She was antsy to put up her bookshelves. Which was fine. He'd been on a job all morning building the Aviary with Ron and Jack, but he wasn't really tired, and his afternoon was free. He just hoped she was home and not busy.
But Merlin bugger him if it didn't sound like something was happening behind the house. Roger craned his neck to get a better look as he approached it. There was a roaring, coming in fits and bursts from the yard. He recognised it, sure, but it still gave him pause. It wasn't something one heard regularly in a Wizarding village. Even if it was a brand new village that had been inhabited by Muggles not too long before.
Making his way around the perimeter of the property, the roar intensified, and now blasted full force without pausing. He could only assume that whomever was back here had gotten the motorcycle started. Once in the yard, he stopped short as the speed demon on the motorbike zipped past him. About five or six feet in front of his face, if he was a judge, before making a turn around the yard. He squinted.
Is that....
It was, indeed, Hermione. Unless Ron or Harry had lost about half his body weight and grown a head full of long and tumbly curls. How about that?
He tried a wave, but he wasn't sure she could see him. He knew there was no way she'd hear him if he called out to her. So he'd wait.
He put his toolbox on the ground, his smile widening slightly. It was a shame, really, that he'd have to stand and watch her circle the yard until she saw him.
Character(s): Roger Davies, Hermione Granger
Location: 35 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Roger comes by to fix a little something at the bookshop, makes a discovery-- and picks up a hobby.
Completion: Complete
Roger swung his toolkit a little as he walked, again towards the bookshop. He'd only had the red metal box for a few weeks, really (he'd gotten it hand-me-down from Jack), and the novelty hadn't yet worn off, he supposed, grinning slightly. Hermione had told him he could come by any time to patch up that column and install some moulding around it, and he wanted to get it done early in the week. She was antsy to put up her bookshelves. Which was fine. He'd been on a job all morning building the Aviary with Ron and Jack, but he wasn't really tired, and his afternoon was free. He just hoped she was home and not busy.
But Merlin bugger him if it didn't sound like something was happening behind the house. Roger craned his neck to get a better look as he approached it. There was a roaring, coming in fits and bursts from the yard. He recognised it, sure, but it still gave him pause. It wasn't something one heard regularly in a Wizarding village. Even if it was a brand new village that had been inhabited by Muggles not too long before.
Making his way around the perimeter of the property, the roar intensified, and now blasted full force without pausing. He could only assume that whomever was back here had gotten the motorcycle started. Once in the yard, he stopped short as the speed demon on the motorbike zipped past him. About five or six feet in front of his face, if he was a judge, before making a turn around the yard. He squinted.
Is that....
It was, indeed, Hermione. Unless Ron or Harry had lost about half his body weight and grown a head full of long and tumbly curls. How about that?
He tried a wave, but he wasn't sure she could see him. He knew there was no way she'd hear him if he called out to her. So he'd wait.
He put his toolbox on the ground, his smile widening slightly. It was a shame, really, that he'd have to stand and watch her circle the yard until she saw him.