It's Just Research
A/N: Kinky, taboo, whatever you want to call it, but I think it has an interesting story line. BY THE WAY FRED IS ALIVE, you know in case you didn't pick up on that. Anyways, you tell me if it's good or not. Also this is meant for mature eyes only if you shouldn't be reading this, then DON'T. Have a nice read, and hopefully this will be the longest A/N.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co.; all rights to J.K. Rowling.
"So, 'Mione, have you been on any dates recently?"
"Ginny, I really don't think—" Harry said immediately not wanting to make Hermione feel uncomfortable. He wasn't planning for them to interrogate Hermione when He asked his friends if they wanted to meet up at the Leaky Cauldron for dinner and to catch up. Unfortunately, that seemed to be how it was turning out.
"Harry, it's fine," Hermione quickly cuts in quickly, "Well, Gin, after that disaster with the last guy you set me up with I really haven't felt up to it. But, uh, my co-worker, Finn, you know Finn, he asked for my Floo address the other day."
"Finn Goldspen?" Ginny clarified.
"Yes, Finn."
"Oh Merlin's beard! 'Mione, He's gay."
"I—well. I didn't know that," Hermione said blushing red, "I mean all he said was he wanted to discuss the new… wait I can't tell you that," not being able to tell her friends about her work was some of the draw backs about being an Unspeakable, "He said he wanted to talk about work. But, I mean he did ask for my floo!"
"Dear, you really need to get out more," Ron's girlfriend, Lavender, said in a motherly tone, "I know this great club, it caters to all sexu—"
"Lavender, I am fine. Really! Actually, I am more that fine, I'm great. Just peachy, now, if you'll excuse me I am going to go use the loo," Hermione said quickly before fleeing the table, unfortunately she still managed to here Ginny's next comment.
"Look, I'm sorry for being brash, but she really needs someone, I mean haven't you noticed how much she's let herself go? I'm not saying this to be mean, I'm just as worried…." By then Hermione was too far away to hear anything else.
Hermione sighed as she stared herself in the mirror. Had she really let herself go that much? 'I mean sure,' she admitted to herself, 'I've gained weight. Sure, that's unattractive. And yes, I haven't been sleeping well. So, maybe I look a bit sleep deprived. But let myself go?' she was always the most put together of all her friends. She was the most organized and the most collected. How could she, the supposed smartest of her year at Hogwarts, 'let herself go?'
With a small sigh she realized she had been in the loo too long so she quickly splashed some water on her face before exiting to join her friends once again.
"'Mione!" Ron greeted happily, "Foods 'ere!" She gave him a tiny smile as she sat down trying to ignore the tiny voice in her head screaming 'Mine!' as she stared at her ex-boyfriend.
Quickly she turned her attention to her dinner that consisted of a Mature Cheddar and Chutney sandwich and some chips.
"'Mione?" Hermione felt herself self-consciously bite her lip as she turned to Harry's wife.
"Yes, Ginny?"
"I'm sorry for my harsh words, what I said earlier was completely out of line."
"Yeah, sorry about that, Hermione," Lavender added.
"Okay," Hermione didn't accept the apology and regretted it as soon as she saw the wounded look on Ginny's face, "I mean it's okay. It's okay, Ginny. And Lavender."
"Ahem," Lavender let out a soft cough before steering the conversation back to safe territory, "So, Harry, how are the defense classes this year at ol' Hogwarts?" Lavender questioned as she dug into her Banger's and Mash.
Harry had strongly considered working as an Auror for a long time after the war, but in the end decided that the war had given him his fill of fighting against the Dark forces of the world. Instead he went to Headmistress McGonagall and asked for a job as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. She happily accepted and he's been working there ever since.
"Great, the kids are wonderful this year, they had a tough time in the beginning respecting me, especially the older kids, that Michael in Gryffendor, He's a seventh year this year and him and friends were treating me as if we were all best mates at the beginning of the year. But after a couple detentions with me they all seem to get the message."
Ron let out a loud snort, "I'd send 'em all to Filch, then they'd really get the message."
"And that's why you're not a teacher, Ronald," Hermione commented, "You actually have to take responsibility for the kids you give detention. Harry, do you think you'll be head of house in a few years?"
After that Hermione didn't talk much, Harry and Ron were busy discussing Slytherin's newest seeker, a first year prodigy, and the pros and cons of having someone that young on the team. Then there was Ginny and Lavender (Or Lav-Lav as Ron referred to her) they were… nice. But Hermione had never had a lot of friends that were girls and never cared to. They made her feel… small. Like an insect under a microscope, not worthy for friendship. That's why she preferred socializing with guys; there were no secret claws that you just waited to come out. No cat fights, no back stabbing, no spreading rumors about one another behind each other's back. It was simpler. Ginny and 'Lav-Lav' were just the type of girls she despised. So to say conversation was strained between them would be an understatement.
Finally, they finished their meals and called for a check. Hermione had given her old friend the dinner he asked for. Friendly, no fights, and boring as hell. Now, she was free to go with no more obligations. They had all pitched in for the food and turned to go their separate ways when Harry cornered Hermione by the door of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hey, I wanna thank you for coming out to dinner, I know you're busy with your job and stuff."
"Well, you're welcome. I had a lot of fun," Hermione lied shooting Harry a fake smile that he didn't catch.
"So, what are you doing next? Any special plans?"
"I don't know… I think I'm going to just walk around Diagon Alley for a bit before flooing home, you?" Hermione always preferred flooing over apparitating.
"Gin, wants to get home, but… uh… Mione can I ask you something? It's a little weird but I would like a girl's opinion."
"Well, Harry, I can't give you a girl's opinion, you know I'm not good at that sort of stuff. If you really want a girls point of view ask Lav-Lav…ender. However, if you want a friend's opinion? I can do that."
"Well… Gin, wants to start trying… to have… you know, a baby. And I don't know, is it too soon? I mean we haven't even had our first anniversary yet! But it seems so right and I just… don't know. I mean I've never really had a fatherly figure, how am I ever going to manage being a dad?"
'Mione smiled at her friend's nervousness, he had no reason to be nervous, "You guys are ready, Harry, your relationship has been through thick and through thin. You guys are going to make it and you can make it with a baby, now if we're talking about them," Hermione pointed over her shoulder to where Lavender and Ron were snogging, "they are definitely not ready. But you and Ginny can make it through anything. Now, your trepidation over being a father? Harry, you will be a wonderful dad! You are one of the most caring people I know, any child you have will be lucky to have you as their dad."
Harry beamed giving his friend another hug, "Thanks 'Mione, even though I don't know if that's all true, when have you ever been wrong?" He chuckled as he pulled away, "Oh and by the way, I hope you're ready to be a God Mother." With a cheeky grin he walked over to Ginny who had just exited the loo. Harry stood holding out his arm like a perfect gentleman, Ginny giggled and pecked him on the cheek before place her arm on his. With a smile and a wave the couple apparited away.
With a sigh Hermione called out a goodbye to Ron and 'Lav-Lav the relationship destroyer' before heading into the winding streets of Diagon Alley. The sun was setting and people were rushing around finishing their shopping or strolling hand in hand with their significant other. Not paying attention a group of teenagers ran straight into her.
"Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry!" stuttered the young girl who had run into her.
"It's fine!" Hermione said as she gazed behind the girl to see her friends, another girl and a boy, stifling their laughs. 'Mione smiled thinking of the past when she and her own trio used to run along on their own adventures before nodding at the three teenagers and walking away. She had to stifle her longing for the days where she was always with Ron and Harry, the days where no girlfriend, or wife, stood in the way of their friendship.
As she walked she spotted the twin's joke shop/flat up ahead and decided to stop in for a visit, it had been a while since the last time she saw them. Ignoring the closed sign she whispered Alohomora Mustelini, a charm the Weasley brother's themselves made to lock their door to their shop, the only way to get in after the door was locked was to say that exact spell. The brothers had told her it when she was dating Ron. She remembered their silly speech perfectly.
"'Mione, Ron—"
"—we need talk to you—"
"— about the shop."
"It has the potential—"
"—to be one of the—"
"—safest places in the—"
"—entire Wizarding World."
"To get in you need—"
"—to know the spell—"
"—and since our brother—"
"—is not very bright—"
"—we are telling it to him—"
"—and his possible wife."
"The woman he'll marry—"
"—if he knows what's right."
"Anyways, the spell is Alohomora Mustelini," Fred finished.
"G-good to know," Ron stuttered out staring at his brothers who were sounding a lot like the sorting hat.
That was one of the better days of her and Ron's relationship, no bickering or arguments. No snide comments or boring silences. It was all fun and happy. She remembered how she blushed when Fred and George implied that Ron should ask to marry her, her of all people. The 'know-it-all Granger.'
Hermione called out to the twins but no one answered. 'Maybe they went out for awhile, it is Friday night.' Hermione decided to wait out their absence and make some tea up in the little kitchen nook upstairs, she was sure the boys wouldn't mind. They needed someone to mother them once in awhile, since their own mother isn't here to do it.
As she walked up the stairs she felt a stiffness of a stained spell encompass her. Hermione wasn't the most magic sensitive person out there but through working as an Unspeakable, a job where magic was often pushed and pulled to its limits, she had learned to become better in tune with the magic around her.
When she finally reached the landing she could tell that the magic was surrounding the 'master bedroom' the twins shared. Taking in the mess that made up the twin's flat she noticed the small tea kettle sitting on the stove on the far end of the room. There was also a small round wooden table with seats around it in the middle of the space and a couch off to the side of that. Everything looked very second hand and worn. She knew it wasn't because the twins weren't making a lot of money, they were making excellent money, but all the money they earned went into manufacturing more of their old products and experimenting with making new products. That left them with a portion for rent and a portion for food. Not much for entertainment and even less that they wanted to spend on furniture.
Turning her attention to the master bedroom where the strained magic was radiating from she quickly casted a diagnostic spell to see what type of shield they had casted and it reported that it was a sound shield, so similar to a silencing charm. With a smirk and a wave of her wand she broke down the shield and shouting quickly filled the room.
"You are a complete and utter dick! I can't believe you just decided, aye since some rumors say it might be true, let's check! What if she fucking tells people! What then?! It will kill the business! Mum will kill us! How could you be such a stupid prick?!"
Shocked at the loud shout Hermione quickly replaced their sound shield with a much stronger one that included her in it. So she was eavesdropping, 'Well, sue me. I just want to help and it doesn't make it any better that I'm a tiny bit curious about why the twins are arguing.'
"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! Merlin's beard, George, I am so sorry."
"Whatever, Fred. Save it for some other time."
"No, I seriously thought that—"
"'—That she'd be different' oh, yes, you never mean to fucking hurt me. It's never on fucking purpose. Well, then, dear Fred, why don't you stop fucking doing it! Stop bringing these fucking dumb arse women into our shop stop trying to tantalize them with our stories and our merchandise, stop fucking believing we're ever going to find that perfect girl! We're freaks! We're not special, you heard her! This isn't a fucking fairytale, its. Never. Gonna. Happen."
"Listen here, you may want to be a lonely arse all your life but I don't! And frankly I want you to happy! And I think another partner in crime will make you happy! I know it's the vow's fault but it doesn't change—"
At the mention of a vow Hermione let out a gasp. Vows were no light thing in the wizarding world and if there was a vow between the twins then who knew the type of trouble they could be in… "Fred! George! Can I come in?" Silence fell as Fred cut off his rant and Hermione felt indescribably dumb. 'Why did I say that? Now they knew I've been listening! God, they're going to think I'm so nosy! Merlin's Beard, this is why I liked to have a plan! Because whenever I do something spontaneous I end up in a majorly fucked up situation!'
"What… 'Mione?" Fred asked as he opened the bedroom door a crack.
"Uh, yeah. I was in town and decided to pop in for a visit and tea…?" She wasn't lying but it felt like it and as the door slammed shut and she felt like an even bigger arse than before. With earnest she tried to ignore the muffled voices conversing, ease dropping had landed her into this mess, but couldn't help but hear through the thin door.
"It's Hermione."
"Hermione? What's she doing here?" George questioned incredulously.
"It's a sign."
"What in Merlin's name are you talking about, Fred?"
"I'm talking about the girl, George," Fred answered back snarkily.
"Oy, listen up you piece of shite I'm done with the 'she's the one' talk. Just shut up about it already!"
A minute of silence passed.
"Well?"
"What?"
"Are we going to go have tea with her?"
"Aye, we will."
"Perfect, I'll go make the tea, come out whenever your shitty attitude goes back to Hell!" Fred said cheerily before he exited his room, closing the door with a slam, and turned to grin at Hermione.
"Hello, my lady, how are you this fine evening?" Fred said, walking over to her and kissing the back of her hand causing her to blush before she tugged his hand from his hold.
"Hello, Fred. I'm," Hermione paused to think about her night, "fine."
"I'm George." Hermione sent a playful smirk his way, she knew he wasn't George because while both brothers had freckles on their noses Fred's were always a shade lighter.
"Oh don't play that silly trick on me! I know you're Fred."
"Fred's in the room!"
"Shut up, Fred," Hermione said grinning as she walked away from her friend and seated herself on one of the wooden chairs surrounding the kitchen table and the argument she had over heard before was pushed to the farthest part of her mind. "You know, I remember the first time I met you guys and you played that trick on me and, Merlin, I was so confused." It had actually infuriated her that she couldn't tell the difference between them, she was supposed to be observant after all! So she took the time to study them and finally found a difference with their freckles.
"Ha, we get Ron every time," Fred said as he sat down next to Hermione.
"Yes, well, Ron is easily confused," Hermione said trying not to sound bitter.
"Aye, He's a dumb git. Whatever happened to you guys anyways? I mean I always thought—" Luckily for Hermione, George exited the bedroom at that exact moment.
"Hermione! It's good to see you! How are you? Please ignore my insensitive brother he doesn't realize what a prick he is."
"Uh huh…" Hermione answered just staring at the two brothers. She had never seen them in a real fight before and the tension was killing her.
"So, tea?" George asked rocking back on his heels as he awkwardly stood in front of the master bedroom's door.
"Sure—"
"Let's do something different," Fred said immediately cutting off Hermione. "How about firewhisky? I mean we're all adults here." George immediately glared at Fred who only had eyes for Hermione. The girl shrugged easily.
"I'm fine with whatever."
"Firewhisky it is then," Fred stood and bounded over to the kitchen nook before his brother could protest. "So, 'Mione, how is work going?"
"Oh, I love my job. I can't really talk about it but experimenting with magic is… exhilarating." Hermione smiled, she did love her job. But really that's all she did, work, occasionally meet with Harry and maybe Ron, and every now and then go on a blind date that Ginny sent her on.
"That's great," George commented sitting down in Fred's old seat as Fred busied himself with getting a bottle of firewhisky and a few shot glasses.
"Well, how's business going? Everything running smoothly?"
"As smooth as things can be with only us manufacturing the products—"
"—We're dying without a bigger staff but at the same time we can't afford more people on payroll right now—" Fred said as he walked back with the drinks giving George a glare before sitting down on the other side of Hermione.
"—and don't forget the pressure from surrounding countries to expand, we get letters from the States every week!" George continued falling back into the pattern of alternating speech with Fred easily.
"That's great!"
"Yeah—"
"—we guess."
"You know if you ever need help just ask me, I've learned some wicked charms."
"What about a charm that can duplicate a potion by ten-times?" George asks sarcastically rolling his eyes.
"Hmm… that'd be really useful. I'll ask the other 'speakables. Maybe I can figure something out…" Hermione's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out what spells she would have to adjust to multiply an unstable potion by ten.
"T-that would be—"
"Great—"
"—amazing—"
"—incredible!"
"Do you really think—"
"—you can?"
"Yes," Hermione answered the twins easily still focused on her thoughts, "I think I can."
"Well, I think that deserves a toast!" Fred says poring three shots of Firewhisky and passing them around. "To ten times the business!"
"To ten times the business!" The others chimed back before they all downed their shot.s Hermione grinned at the warm tingly feeling coming from her now. She had long since gotten over the bitter taste of alcohol.
"So, 'Mione," Fred says wagging his eyebrows as he started to feel a bit buzzed, "any relationships lately?"
"That's the second time I was asked that tonight! Merlin, you Weasleys are nosy!" Hermione said with a giggle, "But, no other than thinking my gay co-worker was hitting on me, no."
"What?" George gasped as he stared at her, "But you're so pretty." Fred refilled all their shots and Hermione gave a grimace at George's comment before downing it.
"Yes, well, some people seem to think I'm 'letting myself go.'"
The twins frowned at that downing their own shots as well.
"What does that even mean? 'Letting yourself go?' Aye, Fred pour me another one," Hermione said, "I'm finally starting to feel good."
Fred nodded refilling all the shots ignoring how fast the firewhisky was depleting.
"I, for one, don't think you're letting yourself go. I mean A. you're gorgeous and curvy as Hell and B.—" Hermione spit out her shot as soon as Fred said she was 'gorgeous and curvy as Hell', and George's nodding turned to laughter as he stared at his brother covered in spit infested firewhisky much to Hermione's mortification.
"Merlin, I am so sorry! This is the absolutely most embarrassing thing I've ever done. Merlin, I am so, so, sorry!" She squeaked out running to get a towel from the kitchen.
"'Mione," Fred mumbled out as she covered his face with the towel wiping the whisky away, "'Mione, it's fine," Hermione paid him no heed as she continued wiping away, "'Mione, stop it… 'Mione!"
Finally, Hermione pulled away, "Okay, I think I got it all. I'm so sorry. Gods, that's embarrassing."
"It's fine, although I wish me calling you gorgeous didn't make you do a spit take."
"I'm pretty sure it was the other part," she said quietly and Fred nodded.
"Right."
"Oh, Merlin, Fred you still have a…" with a sigh Hermione leaned over and wiped a bit of spit from the side of Fred's face not realizing how her shirt was sliding down or how Fred's face was angled so he had a perfect view right down the front of her shirt.
"Hermione," He breathed out lightly in response and she blushed lightly.
"Okay, I'll stop. Sorry."
"It's fine!" Hermione leaned back into her seat and the twins shared a look before bursting out into laughter.
"Merlin… Hermione… never thought that'd happen…." Fred managed to stutter out watching Hermione go redder and redder.
"Oh, shut up you two!" But the boys couldn't seem to stop laughing and even Hermione couldn't help how her lips curved up, soft giggles escaping her as she stared at the two brothers laughing like lunatics.
"Ha, Fred, you should've seen your face!" George continued bursting out into laughter as soon as he finished that sentence causing Hermione to break out into laughter as well.
Eventually their laughter melted away until they were sitting contently in silence every now and then a giggle escaping one of their smiling mouths.
"So…" Hermione said a giggle escaping.
"Want another?" Fred asked gesturing to the whisky.
"Of course," Hermione responded, "I haven't let loose like this in weeks."
"What about work? If you have work tomorrow it's going to be Hell," George commented and Hermione merely shrugged.
"I'll use some of my paid vacation days, my boss was about to kick me out anyways."
"Damn, you're lucky—"
"—weekends are our busiest days."
"Not to mention we're the owners—"
"—we don't really get paid vacations—"
"—because if we don't open the shop—"
"—there won't be any money to get paid with."
Hermione threw her head back and laughed, "True, boys, very extremely true."
"Hey, Hermione, wanna see our new merchandise? It's not available on the market quite yet but I think it could be a real hit," Fred said, his face lighting up with a devilish smile.
"Fred, I really don't think we should do this," George said lowly his previously carefree face turning dark.
"Oh, come on, Georgie! She'll love it."
Hermione's hazy mind peaked with interest at the boy's vague argument, "I would love to see new merchandise," she cut in and Fred's face lit up.
"See, George! She wants to see it."
"'Mione—" George started but Fred quickly cut him off.
"Come on, it's in the bedroom," Fred grabbed her hand pulling her up and flush against in much to her amusement, "for mature audiences only." Hermione let out a giggle her alcohol addled mind not completely processing what he was saying.
Fred led her into the bedroom with George following behind her. Fred quickly casted a aeternum lumos, to light up the room and keep it lit before letting go of Hermione's hand and walking over to a closet.
"Prepare yourself, madam, for our newest collection of merchandise," Fred said as George stepped up next to Hermione who was staring at the closest, "I call it 'The Naughty Witches Collection.'"
Silence fell over the room as the closet door opened to reveal a wall full of sex toys.
"Just for the books, I find the name kind of sexist," George said but Hermione wasn't paying attention. Instead she was examining the wall.
"I like the name," Fred shot back and George rolled his eyes.
"Of course you do."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that you have been a b—"
"This is brilliant!" Hermione said cutting off George as she examined a bottle.
"What is it?" the twins asked in sync walking over to Hermione.
"'Ultra Sensitizing Lubricant'" she read and Fred grinned.
"Oh, yes that's a favorite of mine."
"The wax always got a better reaction from you," George muttered under his breath so just Fred could hear.
"How did you make it? Is it a charm or a potion? How did you test it? Who did you test it on?" Hermione was firing off questions and Fred just smirked.
"Hold it, one question at a time. George, you created it. You explain it." George went red and glared at his brother before turning back towards Hermione's questioning eyes.
"Here, let me show you," He said tugging the bottle from Hermione's hand and squirting a little of the lotion into his palm. "Now, normally, you would put this… somewhere else. But for research's sake we'll just put it on your arm. Now wherever it touches it will enhance the nerves so you will feel more sensitive, so my hands will be extra sensitive a well. It started off as a ticklish potion gone wrong but look at the effects," George massaged the lotion onto her right hand and arm, all the way up to her elbow. Immediately, goose bumps broke out along her arm from the light draft in the room and a mild tingling was running up and down her arm from his massage.
"Wow," she breathed out and he grinned.
"I know right?"
"We also carry muggle toys," Fred said with a grin watching his brother and 'Mione interact.
"What do you mean?"
"We charmed vibrators to work without electricity or batteries, and dildos are charmed to move on their own with just a simple password, it's for all the single naughty witches out there." Hermione blushed thinking about herself. It had been a long, long, time since she had, had fulfilling sex and if it was anyone but Fred and George selling these she knows she would definitely find herself a way to get one of these brilliant toys.
"Unfortunately, most haven't been tested. I mean there's no one to test it on," Fred said carelessly and Hermione wanted to scream that she would most certainly test a few of these out.
"Well… you know I could probably take a few, and by a few I mean like one or two home… and maybe try them out… you know," Hermione must be really drunk if she was saying something like this. But no part of her wanted to take it back.
"Really? You would do that?" Fred asked acting as though he was surprised.
"Y-yeah. Certainly."
"But we need to study the results and what is going on during the sex to see if there are any warnings we need to add onto the boxes…."
It was B.S.
Complete bullshit.
Fred knew it. George knew it. Even the slightly tipsy Hermione could pick up on that. But no one said anything. After a long minute Hermione replied.
"So you need to be there, in real life, while I'm… testing… the toys?"
"Well, we have a charm to record things and then you could just send it to us."
"Like a sex tape?"
"Uh, sure. Whatever that is. Like a sex tape."
"I—I don't know. Couldn't I just tell you about it?"
"'Mione we really need this… George, back me up on this." George looked startled to be pulled into such an argument. But as he stared at his brother and this drop dead gorgeous, brilliant witch standing in front of him he knew that he wanted to 'study' these records as much as Fred did. He wanted her, just as much as Fred did. And he was going to try, just as much as Fred was.
"Ah, yes, Hermione. I mean it's research. That's all it is. Research."
Hermione bit her lip as the twins sent her pleading looks, "Oh… oh alright."
"Brilliant! Thank you so much, Hermione!" Fred cheered and Hermione grinned back.
"It's research."
"Oh, yes, we also need to interview you after each recording. To understand your perspective of the experience."
"Right. Okay."
"Brilliant!" shouted Fred and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
So Fred and George quickly gathered three toys and put in the instructions for how to use them. They also quickly taught her how to use the recording charm.
"You see it is just a white orb," George explained as the orb floated around filming them from different angles, "And then you can say something like 'Hermione's Flat, 78 Fliderwold Lane, play on command'" the white orb flashed, filling the room with a blinding light, before disappearing, "You see 'Mione it'll be at your flat simply floating around and you just have to command it to play and you'll see all the footage on it."
"Alright then, that makes sense."
"Well, we'll owl you tomorrow to check in. Sleep tight, 'Mione," George called as she stepped in the fireplace to floo away.
"I will, g'night, boys! I'm really glad I stopped by. I had a great time visiting and I'll talk to you soon." With a final goodbye Hermione threw down the powder and shouted out "Hermione Jean Granger's Flat, number 78!" The cool ghost fire from the floo rushed up over her and she felt herself free falling until she landed with a thud in her own floo. Not so gracefully she climbed out of the fireplace and changed into pajamas not even bothering to think back on the day before falling asleep. For once she focused on her emotions and decided to just focus on the fact that she felt… content.
