[ *throws late munday picture at all of you and then runs off to bed* ]
"It was magical?" He couldn’t help but smile a little, though he wasn’t exactly sure what that was suppose to mean.
"So what were you—" Just as he was about to ask her anothe question, Peter stopped and turned his head as he heard the sound of police sirens. There was a faint buzzing in the back of his skull as more drove by.
Shooting up from his seat, Peter put his drink down and grabbed his bag and camera. “Uhm—Hermione, I’m sorry but I gotta go. I-I…”
He started to walk backwards still facing her, calling back just before he took off running. “I have to go take pictures for the Bugle—I’m sorry!”
[ The only thing that makes
Hermione sure that she
hadn’t just bored Peter so
badly that he needed to
escape was the fact that the
loud ringing of police sirens is
blaring outside. Before she
even really has a chance to
say goodbye, Peter is gone,
his half empty can of pop still
sat on the table. ]
[ She debates picking it up—
rushing outside to wait for him
to finish so that he enjoy the
rest of his lunch.
There’s no need for that, though.
Because, just as she reaches out
to grab the drink, a sound shoots
through the room, from outside,
that makes her heart stop. It’s not
a sound that she ever had to grow
accustomed to, but there’s no mistaking it.
It’s a gunshot.
All around her, students are freezing
at their tables, finally noticing the
commotion that seems to be going
on outside—outside where Peter is.
As soon as the shot had sounded,
Hermione was already on her way out
the door. But this realization, the realization
that Peter was out there alone and
unarmed save for a mere camera has
her sprinting ]
[ Out of instinct, her wand, earlier concealed, is now in her hand,
though she keeps it relatively well hidden in her sleeve. Outside,
Hermione’s eyes are searching frantically for Peter but she can’t
seem to find him. The masses of scared civilians and burly
policemen are completely obscuring her view from the matter at
hand. So, Hermione dives forward, headon into the people who
are trying to run away from the commotion. ]
[ She just wants to find him. ]
“Well, it’s not that strange compared to some of the other names out there.”
Finishing off his hot dog, and with a quick swipe of his napkin to make sure there was no food on his face. After all, that’d be a real fast way to leave a real bad impression.
“O-Oh, really? What was your old one like? If that’s not uhm—prying.”
[ She smiles a silent thank at his defence
on behalf of her name. It’s quite nice,
and she appreciates it. ]
"My old school?"
[ She wipes her mouth with a napkin
as well, trying and failing to hide the
smile behind it. ]
”Oh, my old school was wonderful
as well. You might say it was magical”
[ the first thing ronnie thought as she
heard hermione’s voice was about
the first year on hogwarts, and how
she was scared to approach her.
the weasley had harry, she couldn’t
even blame herself; but as the years
passed by, sharing the same dorm
contributed for approaching them
both—to the point the ginger had no
idea if it was only about care or if it
was something more. and it was
definitely worth thinking about,
considering her friend was waiting
for an answer. ]
“A kiss? Like a goodnight kiss
or, I don’t know, another kiss?”
[ If asking alone hadn’t
been hard enough…now,
questions were being
asked. Her face flushed
a brilliant red, and
Hermione let her eyes
wander, falling anywhere
but the beautiful ginger
in front of her. ]
”Well, I suppose, it could
be a goodnight kiss…
I just…Alright. Perhaps, I
shouldn’t have said anything
at all…but, I meant…
a n o t h e r sort of kiss.”
"I’ve always had bad luck with potions." Elyse tilts her head, an amused smile on her lips.
”Well, that’s you. Don’t worry.
I won’t singe a hair on your head.”
an RP done entirely with letters, sent or unsent. Potentially romantic but not necessarily.
[Hey! So I’ll be on more, probably tomorrow and the days that follow. I just recently got a job—my first ever job!
But yeah! So, there’s been a lot of running around. My drafts are full, though, and I will be attacking them tomorrow :) Goodnight, all! ]
Anxiety swam through his veins as he sat in Harry’s flat,
idly tapping his fingers on the side of the chair — he still
seemed to have trouble waiting or sitting still. Harry was
at least still optimistic that the bushy-haired witch would
show up, which was something. Although his spectacled
friend kept kipping off into the kitchen, and Ron knew there
wasn’t any food in there since he’d already ransacked the
place after arriving. After all, he still had the same appetite.
Ron swore he heard the pop of apparition nearby, and
when quiet knocking sounded from the front door, Ron
looked up for his best mate expectantly. Who appeared
to have abandoned the ginger. Fantastic. With a sigh,
he pushed himself up from the chair, heading towards
the door, trying to hide the slight shaking of his hands
as he peered through the peephole.
It was her.
Of course, this wasn’t how he’d planned on surprising her,
but since Harry had apparently vanished to allow them time
to reunite alone, that sly bastard, Ron was forced to open the
door instead. Taking a deep breath, he plastered a big grin
across his face as he yanked the door open.
“Oi, took you long enough. I’ve been waiting
for ages now, y’know. At least a year."
And without giving her a moment to react to his presence,
he was stepping through the doorframe and wrapping his
arms around her in a tight bearhug, enough to lift her off
of her feet with the force of it.
She couldn’t compare it.
There was n o t h i n g like seeing Ron, again.
There was n o t h i n g like knocking on the door,
fully expecting Harry to answer it, as he had
so many times. There was n o t h i n g at all like
seeing that familiar mop of flaming red hair,
and the smiling face that was staring at her.
Hermione’s breath was knocked out of her all
over again. And the hug that was wrapped
around her didn’t help at all. Not that she minded.
She didn’t mind one bit.
Hermione let herself melt
into the arms that felt so
familiar and warm around
her body. She allowed her
feet to dangle carelessly,
inches from the floor.
She just drank him in. She drank in the smell of his clothes,
which had changed, of course, but there was still that familiar
…R o n…
that she simply could never have missed. She
let her body rest easily against his, feeling the curve of his
shoulders, and she just smiled as she memorized his voice
all over again.
Burying her face into the crook of his neck,
to keep the tears—of happiness and joy,
of course—at bay, Hermione let her smile
fill her face completely.
“A year and a half."
Was her mumbled correction,
before she pushed off of him,
and dropped to her feet. It
was not something she had
miscounted. Hermione had
been counting since the day
It’d have been impossible not to
smile up at him. Out of all the
things that could have happened
today, this was not something
that she had foreseen. She’d not
thought Ron was coming back
at all, and that was why…
…R i g h t…
Things were different now.
Her smile faltered slightly,
but she hid it by stepping
in and shutting the door
[ Hermione looks up from her book,
merely to squint uncertainly at Ginny.
To be frank, she has to bite down
on her lower lip not to laugh.
Hermione sighs, and rolls her eyes. ]
”You’re drunk again,
aren’t you, Gin?”