RP: Muscle aches and puppy love
Date: 12 February 2005
Character(s): Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and a new friend
Location: Bookworm
Status: Private
Summary: About to expire from doing an honest day's work, Harry goes to find Hermione for dinner
Completion: Complete
Oh. God. Pain. Pain in muscles. Pain in joints. Pain in skin. And possibly pain in hair. Somehow, though, it was the best pain he'd felt in years. Today, Harry had sweat. He had moved more than he had in months. He'd be surrounded by the scent of freshly cut wood, and best of all, he had made things.
Well, all right, so the book shelves he'd been working on were total crap and couldn't be used. But he'd practice on them and he'd begun to learn what worked and what didn't. Roger hadn't fired him-- hadn't even rolled his eyes or yelled at him. So Harry felt hopeful. He could only get better, he was sure of it.
He'd arrived home for dinner, too exhausted to cook anything himself, and found himself alone. He'd waited until after six and then decided to go find Hermione. Knowing her, she'd forget to eat dinner, too absorbed in Bookworm to notice the time. Maybe they could order something-- was there take out in Stoatshead Hill? He had no idea.
He arrived shortly after closing time, and so he went 'round the back. Blinking in surprise as the door opened at the touch of his hand, he stepped inside. Was she crazy, leaving the place unlocked? There were loose Death Eaters at large!
"Oi!" he called as he walked through to the store proper. "I've come to kidnap you and hold you hostage for my diabolical plans!"
Character(s): Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and a new friend
Location: Bookworm
Status: Private
Summary: About to expire from doing an honest day's work, Harry goes to find Hermione for dinner
Completion: Complete
Oh. God. Pain. Pain in muscles. Pain in joints. Pain in skin. And possibly pain in hair. Somehow, though, it was the best pain he'd felt in years. Today, Harry had sweat. He had moved more than he had in months. He'd be surrounded by the scent of freshly cut wood, and best of all, he had made things.
Well, all right, so the book shelves he'd been working on were total crap and couldn't be used. But he'd practice on them and he'd begun to learn what worked and what didn't. Roger hadn't fired him-- hadn't even rolled his eyes or yelled at him. So Harry felt hopeful. He could only get better, he was sure of it.
He'd arrived home for dinner, too exhausted to cook anything himself, and found himself alone. He'd waited until after six and then decided to go find Hermione. Knowing her, she'd forget to eat dinner, too absorbed in Bookworm to notice the time. Maybe they could order something-- was there take out in Stoatshead Hill? He had no idea.
He arrived shortly after closing time, and so he went 'round the back. Blinking in surprise as the door opened at the touch of his hand, he stepped inside. Was she crazy, leaving the place unlocked? There were loose Death Eaters at large!
"Oi!" he called as he walked through to the store proper. "I've come to kidnap you and hold you hostage for my diabolical plans!"