[Sleeping lightly is a habit Ginny's been trying to break since coming into the City. Might as well take advantage of it while she still can, right? Here, one doesn't have to worry about Carrows or waiting up for friends that haven't returned from detentions. And Carrow did not knock.
So have a little sister being comfortably groggy and being too warm and lazy to open the door. Looong pause. Buuut then she does, with the blanket trailing behind her, too. Hey, she's wearing it.]
action because I canhonestlyrubbishDecember 25 2008, 07:35:09 UTC
Given that it's Christmas day, Hermione isn't surprised to hear a knock on the door, figuring that it's probably Remus sidling over with some peppermint tea. Yawning, she pulls her robe more tightly around herself, before opening the door - and oh, that's not who she was expecting.
Her face is caught halfway between a frown and simple shock. With a pink flush on her cheeks to top it off.
Ron was a little afraid to go knocking at Hermione's door in the first place, given that he still had a bit of a bruise under one of his eyes. Being greeted with a practically unreadable facial expression didn't do much to ease the feeling of apprehension, really. It only served to catch him unawares, and he stood for a moment looking confused right back at her, mouth open slightly. Finally, he figured it might be a good idea to say something.
"Er. 'Lo." With a shrug, he held up her poorly-wrapped gifts, "Merry Christmas. Are you... Alright, there?"
It was a relief when he finally spoke up, allowing Hermione to break out of her stupor and quickly glance down, at the present being offered. She paused, still considering closing the door right back, but she wasn't so sure that she wanted to add a broken nose to that still-present bruise around Ron's eye.
Besides, it was Christmas.
"Thanks," she murmured, gently taking the presents and holding them to her chest, the chill from having just left her bed not yet gone. "And Merry Christmas to you as well. I sent Crookshanks out earlier with everyone's presents, I don't know if you've gotten yours, or..."
Her voice trailed off awkwardly as she pursed her lips. Definitely not talking about what was making her cheeks burn.
Yeah. Something was definitely up, and he had his brows raise for the suspicion by the time she was done talking. The light wasn't all that good, but... He thought he could see blushing. Weird.
On the thought of Crookshanks and her gift, though, he swaps a skeptical look for a little smile. To be honest, the book she got his is sort of lost on him at the moment (He's going to try and read it, anyway.), but... Well, the jumper was something else. He'd actually wanted one. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. They were... Really nice," which he hoped came off a huge understatement.
[Ahaha. D: I... Actually couldn't think of anything for Styles that Ron would think of and be like, "omg! That's a really good idea." We can blame Amy.
But snap, that's nice~ Ron might have to, like, buy a gift late and just... Give it to Styles and feel guilty forever for being a post-Christmas giver. xD]
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So have a little sister being comfortably groggy and being too warm and lazy to open the door. Looong pause. Buuut then she does, with the blanket trailing behind her, too. Hey, she's wearing it.]
Mmmornin'.
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[Ron holds up something clumsily wrapped in bright paper. He's taking care of this Christmas business right off.]
Happy Christmas.
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That's right. It's today, isn't it?
[Big, tight hug from the smallest Weasley, blanket, gift and all.] Happy Christmas, Ron.
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Her face is caught halfway between a frown and simple shock. With a pink flush on her cheeks to top it off.
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"Er. 'Lo." With a shrug, he held up her poorly-wrapped gifts, "Merry Christmas. Are you... Alright, there?"
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Besides, it was Christmas.
"Thanks," she murmured, gently taking the presents and holding them to her chest, the chill from having just left her bed not yet gone. "And Merry Christmas to you as well. I sent Crookshanks out earlier with everyone's presents, I don't know if you've gotten yours, or..."
Her voice trailed off awkwardly as she pursed her lips. Definitely not talking about what was making her cheeks burn.
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On the thought of Crookshanks and her gift, though, he swaps a skeptical look for a little smile. To be honest, the book she got his is sort of lost on him at the moment (He's going to try and read it, anyway.), but... Well, the jumper was something else. He'd actually wanted one. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. They were... Really nice," which he hoped came off a huge understatement.
"Thank you."
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- Regulus
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But snap, that's nice~ Ron might have to, like, buy a gift late and just... Give it to Styles and feel guilty forever for being a post-Christmas giver. xD]
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