Gunpowder.
Ruddy gunpowder.
"Oh, blast it."
She scratched her temple in frustration and looked over at the other two. They had been quiet, but the curious glances were so furtive she felt them. They were likeants on her skin. It was distracting.
"Yes, Ronald?"
"Oi, no need for a full name. I haven't even said anything yet." Ron made an offended face before blushing and adverting his eyes. "What was the third thing?"
"I'm sorry?"
"The third thing. You were going to say a third thing. You know, the Amortentia from potionsclass?"
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about. Parchment and fresh cut grass. That's what I find attractive."
"Only those?"
"Yes, Harry."
His brow furrowed and he shared a look with his companion. "Okay. Yeah. Not buying it." He closed his potions book but kept a finger in place to save his spot. "What were yousmelling then?"
She considered arguing further. She weighed her pros and cons. Huffing she simply shook her head and returned to her essay. If history were to be repeated, they would get bored with her lack of response.
Thus, they did. She stayed in the common room well passed midnight, working vigorously. Unfortunately not on homework.
"Blimey, Hermione, how long are you making that damn parchment? It only needs to be a foot and a half."
"Hmm? Oh, that wasn't our essay for Snape."
She realised her slip too late and was figuring an excuse when the mail arrived. She paid for her Daily Prophet and hummed contentedly as she read the head lines. A hoot pulled her out of her study of the paper.
"Who's that from?" Hermione rolled her eyes and accepted the letter from the unknown owl. "Who wrote you?"
She ignored him and gathered her things. Scoopingsome scrambled egg onto a toast triangle, Hermionehurried out of the room. She scurried down a passage and took a back way up to the astronomy tower. Sittingher things down, shefinished her last bite before pulling the letter from her robes.
"Bloody gunpowder."
Heaving a heavy sigh, shebroke the wax seal.
Ms. Hermione Granger,
I am distressed with the rather grand lack of communication. I understand that your term just started so I'm being logical and keeping a cool head. Very rash, and I'm rather proud of it.
Still, I know you. Thus, Iknow that should a counter argument not be made, you'll be forced to proceed down a rather radicalpath. A path that has by your own words been deemed fruitless.
She huffed and refolded the parchment. She clicked her tongue thoughtfully, considering her own detailed argument to contradict such an occurrence. She was hoping she'd have a little more timebefore sending it off, but her hopeful timeline had been accelerated.
"To read, or not to read." She clicked her tongue again and toyed with the edge. "Oh, dammit all. I should hear his side, I suppose."
Item number 1: Ron is a Nub Head.
"Oh, honestly."
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