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tampered2008-11-25 03:19 am
cleverness) wrote in tampered2008-11-25 03:19 am
log; ongoing;
When; Now. Pretty much.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters;Tom Riddle is not invited to this tea party. Hermione Granger [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
honestlyrubbish], Remus Lupin [lupusnonfacit], Severus Snape [eduronox], Ron Weasley [the_wheezy]
(Invited: Lily Evans [abinitia], Luna Lovegood [suncolors], Regulus Black [facesdeath])
Summary; Hermione, as per usual, flips out. Domino effect. Remus is a chocolatier, Severus pwns, thank you and good night. Ron arrives fashionably late.
Log;
One might have thought that, after years of being forced to learn the art of rule-breaking with Harry and Ron, Hermione would have considered it a relief to return to following directions once again. If nothing else, the logic was easy to follow—Voldemort was in the City, had a certain level of fondness for purebloods, and between Ron and Regulus, the latter had the greater intellect, experience, and above all benefit of already having deceased, no more war sitting on his shoulders awaiting the day he eventually left the City. There was no doubt that even at such an age, Tom Riddle could have proven himself to be quite the adversary, and so Hermione sat, rigidly, in her room. Listening to the ticking—whether of her clock or the City, it was hard to tell.
At the very least, Remus had provided Hermione with something to do in her spare time, all arguments against tedium aside. Splayed across Hermione's desk was an impressive array of cookbooks, magical texts—a good half of them on chocolate, with a stray volume on pot roast. The teen thumbed through these rather quickly, jotting the occasional note furiously on her roll of parchment, but before very long her fingers were running through tangled tresses of hair instead.
Cabin fever.
Crookshanks watched from the corner, tail swishing back and forth, before he leaped onto Hermione's lap, mewling.
"I just don't understand—"
Hermione bit her lip.
Surely, there must have been something that she would be able to do.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters;
honestlyrubbish], Remus Lupin [lupusnonfacit], Severus Snape [eduronox], Ron Weasley [the_wheezy](Invited: Lily Evans [
abinitia], Luna Lovegood [suncolors], Regulus Black [facesdeath])Summary; Hermione, as per usual, flips out. Domino effect. Remus is a chocolatier, Severus pwns, thank you and good night. Ron arrives fashionably late.
Log;
One might have thought that, after years of being forced to learn the art of rule-breaking with Harry and Ron, Hermione would have considered it a relief to return to following directions once again. If nothing else, the logic was easy to follow—Voldemort was in the City, had a certain level of fondness for purebloods, and between Ron and Regulus, the latter had the greater intellect, experience, and above all benefit of already having deceased, no more war sitting on his shoulders awaiting the day he eventually left the City. There was no doubt that even at such an age, Tom Riddle could have proven himself to be quite the adversary, and so Hermione sat, rigidly, in her room. Listening to the ticking—whether of her clock or the City, it was hard to tell.
At the very least, Remus had provided Hermione with something to do in her spare time, all arguments against tedium aside. Splayed across Hermione's desk was an impressive array of cookbooks, magical texts—a good half of them on chocolate, with a stray volume on pot roast. The teen thumbed through these rather quickly, jotting the occasional note furiously on her roll of parchment, but before very long her fingers were running through tangled tresses of hair instead.
Cabin fever.
Crookshanks watched from the corner, tail swishing back and forth, before he leaped onto Hermione's lap, mewling.
"I just don't understand—"
Hermione bit her lip.
Surely, there must have been something that she would be able to do.