Well, here's number two. I'm wondering about Blaise. I've decided on their meeting, but I'm not too sure about their profession. Hmm… How bout this, I'll do the chapter, and you tell me if I should redo it, kay?
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Explanations complete, Hermione enjoyed a peaceful, if strained, dinner with Harry and Ginny. Conversation was limited, and at the end, Hermione wasn't sure if hiding it from them had been an entirely good idea. People out there might ask; why?
All she had to say was that Harry and Ron had been a bit too protective over the past few years, and she needed her privacy. Besides, a small voice in her head said, they'd never have allowed you. And she didn't think it was up to them to allow her anything. Anyhow... She drove back from their house, relieved it was over.
It was eleven. She needed sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday. Yay! A holiday! Oh wait. She'd forgotten that the magical community didn't seem to understand the significance of the weekend. Sigh. Work.
After approximately 6 hours of sleep, she was up at 5. It was early, yes, but when working with Moody, one must work with constant vigilance. This basically meant that the recruits had to be there before Moody, and Moody was never consistent. This basically meant they had to turn up waaaay before the ministry even opened. So Moody wouldn't catch them late. (A/N: sorry that paragraph was abnormally lame, even for me, so sorry)
Dragging herself out of bed she apparated to work (after all the basic stuff, Ya know) Greeted jovially by colleagues she attempted cheer, but failed miserably. Dragging herself home, she was watched by two friends who quietly discussed with concern, "She's not doing well."
"She's working too hard"
"Yeah. She needs a break."
She made it home and dressed in a black strapless dress and pulled on some court shoes. She ran a comb through her tangled hair and did her best to conceal her panda eyes. She glanced at herself in the mirror; as good its gonna get.
Well? I know the last half was slightly on the crappy side. Scratch that, waaaay on the crappy side.
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Lady Merlin
P.S. I realise that some of you won't get the connection between the song 'Any Other World' and my story, but relax, it'll be easier to get later. As a very good author once stated:
The reader said, I don't understand
And the Author said, of course you don't. I haven't explained it yet.