RP: Sunday Surprises
Date: November 19, 2004.
Character(s): Hermione, Percy
Location: Abandoned homes on South Street, Percy's house
Status: Private
Summary: Fancy meeting you in a place like this
Completion: Complete
Sunday mornings just screamed lazy day with toast, tea, and the newspaper. Hermione had already eaten some toast, complete with strawberry preserves that had tempted her to have a second slice, and had chosen juice instead of tea. There wasn't a newspaper to read: the last issue of the Prophet devoted to the end of the war. That reminded her that she should get in touch with Rita Skeeter, someone she'd not seen in several years and really should check in with, if only out of curiosity.
By half-seven, she had exhausted the notion of having a 'lazy day'. The kitchen was clean, the bath was clean, and her room had been tidied. It was cloudy outside, but it wasn't raining, so she decided to take a walk. After getting her coat and leaving a note to the boys, she set off to explore. She was trying to learn the area around their house, see which buildings were occupied and which were empty, and get an idea of any vulnerable areas of possible attack. They had chosen one of the only homes that south of town, fortunately, so their house was isolated enough to be properly protected without worrying about a neighbor accidentally wandering by.
Thoughts of wards turned her attention to the Quidditch gathering last night. After yet another meeting with Diggory that had resulted in her being rather rude and sharp, she had decided that it would probably be best to keep her socializing to small groups of, oh, one or two people. It was obvious that she was either just not ready for normal interaction with strangers or new acquaintances or that she needed to just stick with people who would understand her personality, odd as it was these days.
She was walking east on South Street past a cluster of obviously still abandoned houses when she heard someone cursing. In this case, it was the Muggle way of cursing, thankfully. She eased her wand out of her pocket, keeping a firm grip on it, and left the road to venture closer to the house where the cursing had originated. She'd walked past these houses just the other day, so she knew they were empty, but there was a chance that someone had just moved in, so she didn't hex first and ask questions after. A piece of shingle suddenly fell on the ground, which turned her attention to the roof.
As she got closer, she could see a man fighting the roof, or so it appeared. He was cursing up a storm, sounding a lot like Ron, and she stopped walking when she saw red hair. She blinked in surprise, lowering her wand just a little, and called out, "Percy Weasley? Is that you?"
Character(s): Hermione, Percy
Location: Abandoned homes on South Street, Percy's house
Status: Private
Summary: Fancy meeting you in a place like this
Completion: Complete
Sunday mornings just screamed lazy day with toast, tea, and the newspaper. Hermione had already eaten some toast, complete with strawberry preserves that had tempted her to have a second slice, and had chosen juice instead of tea. There wasn't a newspaper to read: the last issue of the Prophet devoted to the end of the war. That reminded her that she should get in touch with Rita Skeeter, someone she'd not seen in several years and really should check in with, if only out of curiosity.
By half-seven, she had exhausted the notion of having a 'lazy day'. The kitchen was clean, the bath was clean, and her room had been tidied. It was cloudy outside, but it wasn't raining, so she decided to take a walk. After getting her coat and leaving a note to the boys, she set off to explore. She was trying to learn the area around their house, see which buildings were occupied and which were empty, and get an idea of any vulnerable areas of possible attack. They had chosen one of the only homes that south of town, fortunately, so their house was isolated enough to be properly protected without worrying about a neighbor accidentally wandering by.
Thoughts of wards turned her attention to the Quidditch gathering last night. After yet another meeting with Diggory that had resulted in her being rather rude and sharp, she had decided that it would probably be best to keep her socializing to small groups of, oh, one or two people. It was obvious that she was either just not ready for normal interaction with strangers or new acquaintances or that she needed to just stick with people who would understand her personality, odd as it was these days.
She was walking east on South Street past a cluster of obviously still abandoned houses when she heard someone cursing. In this case, it was the Muggle way of cursing, thankfully. She eased her wand out of her pocket, keeping a firm grip on it, and left the road to venture closer to the house where the cursing had originated. She'd walked past these houses just the other day, so she knew they were empty, but there was a chance that someone had just moved in, so she didn't hex first and ask questions after. A piece of shingle suddenly fell on the ground, which turned her attention to the roof.
As she got closer, she could see a man fighting the roof, or so it appeared. He was cursing up a storm, sounding a lot like Ron, and she stopped walking when she saw red hair. She blinked in surprise, lowering her wand just a little, and called out, "Percy Weasley? Is that you?"