AN: I am BACK!!! I know, I know. I took a looooooooooong break. I had
extreme writers block on this story and started two others while recovering
from that. But finally I have more. This chapter is short but I am posting
two at the same time so it is like one big one! Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty
Just then, a handful of house elves brought a few small turkey sandwiches and cookies for them from the other room. Andrea was relieved to have normal food for the first time since she'd been there. She accepted the sandwiches with a quick 'Thanks', before she began to wolf down her meal. She made various small noises of contentment between the bites of the sandwiches as . Harry and Ron looked on as though she were insane.
"I don't understand why you love this food so much. You simply won't eat anything else served here obviously. I mean," He picked up a sandwich, leafing through it's contents as if to help prove his point, "this doesn't even have and special spices or sauce on it. It's just turkey, lettuce and tomato," Ron said. He picked at the sandwiches in disgust as he half watched her gobble down one more sandwich.
"I can't stand all that stupid shit you put on your food," She wiped a small piece of lettuce that lingered on her lips as she finished. She was quite full now, and was content. "Half of those meats I haven't even heard of before. A turkey sandwich something nice, normal, enjoyably and plain. This is the kind of food that I can never tire of - American......."
Andrea stopped in mid-sentence too late. She tried as hard as possible to avoid all conversation about her home. Harry took her hand in his affectionately before speaking, "Did your mum make you a lot of those?"
Andrea looked up into his eyes and smiled weakly.
"Yeah...The ones that she mad were the best. I only liked my mom's turkey sandwich though. She never put anything special on them or fancied them up, but they were perfect." She sighed slightly at the fond memory of her past.
She pulled her hand away slowly. Harry and Ron each took a sandwich and ate it to be polite - the house elves did go out of their way to make them after all.
They all got up to leave, and thanked the elves graciously for the food. Th house elves bowed humbly in response as the three companions made their way out of the kitchen. They all walked slowly back to they Gryffindor house in silence. They reached the fat lady, and Harry gave the password. They all entered the common room one by one, stopping by the couch near the dwindling fire. Hermione lay sleeping on the couch, her head cradled in the palm of her hand that rested on the arm of the chair. Apparently she had been more worried than she had let on. Ron walked to the couch, and pulled her arm around his neck before gently lifting her up in his arms.
Wordlessly, Andrea led him and the sleeping Hermione up the girls dormitories.
Ron carefully laid her down on her bed. He reached for the blankets and the end of her bed, and covered her, patting her head reassuringly. Then he turned to Andrea and hugged her. Andrea hugged him back, pleased by the friendly show of affection. Ron turned, and with a small wave, left the dark room to be greeted by Harry at the door. Andrea trailed him to the door, and closed it behind them. Andrea flung herself on the bed and let out a huge sigh. She felt drained. She stood up once more reluctantly, and began to strip down to her undergarments. She climbed into bed once more, pulling her sheet over herself and falling asleep the minute her head hit the pillow.
Author's Note: JESUS! That was shorter than even I thought! I write it all in one document so when I cut out chapters I never really know how short they are on their own. This one is ridiculously short. Oh well. There's another one.
Chapter Twenty
Just then, a handful of house elves brought a few small turkey sandwiches and cookies for them from the other room. Andrea was relieved to have normal food for the first time since she'd been there. She accepted the sandwiches with a quick 'Thanks', before she began to wolf down her meal. She made various small noises of contentment between the bites of the sandwiches as . Harry and Ron looked on as though she were insane.
"I don't understand why you love this food so much. You simply won't eat anything else served here obviously. I mean," He picked up a sandwich, leafing through it's contents as if to help prove his point, "this doesn't even have and special spices or sauce on it. It's just turkey, lettuce and tomato," Ron said. He picked at the sandwiches in disgust as he half watched her gobble down one more sandwich.
"I can't stand all that stupid shit you put on your food," She wiped a small piece of lettuce that lingered on her lips as she finished. She was quite full now, and was content. "Half of those meats I haven't even heard of before. A turkey sandwich something nice, normal, enjoyably and plain. This is the kind of food that I can never tire of - American......."
Andrea stopped in mid-sentence too late. She tried as hard as possible to avoid all conversation about her home. Harry took her hand in his affectionately before speaking, "Did your mum make you a lot of those?"
Andrea looked up into his eyes and smiled weakly.
"Yeah...The ones that she mad were the best. I only liked my mom's turkey sandwich though. She never put anything special on them or fancied them up, but they were perfect." She sighed slightly at the fond memory of her past.
She pulled her hand away slowly. Harry and Ron each took a sandwich and ate it to be polite - the house elves did go out of their way to make them after all.
They all got up to leave, and thanked the elves graciously for the food. Th house elves bowed humbly in response as the three companions made their way out of the kitchen. They all walked slowly back to they Gryffindor house in silence. They reached the fat lady, and Harry gave the password. They all entered the common room one by one, stopping by the couch near the dwindling fire. Hermione lay sleeping on the couch, her head cradled in the palm of her hand that rested on the arm of the chair. Apparently she had been more worried than she had let on. Ron walked to the couch, and pulled her arm around his neck before gently lifting her up in his arms.
Wordlessly, Andrea led him and the sleeping Hermione up the girls dormitories.
Ron carefully laid her down on her bed. He reached for the blankets and the end of her bed, and covered her, patting her head reassuringly. Then he turned to Andrea and hugged her. Andrea hugged him back, pleased by the friendly show of affection. Ron turned, and with a small wave, left the dark room to be greeted by Harry at the door. Andrea trailed him to the door, and closed it behind them. Andrea flung herself on the bed and let out a huge sigh. She felt drained. She stood up once more reluctantly, and began to strip down to her undergarments. She climbed into bed once more, pulling her sheet over herself and falling asleep the minute her head hit the pillow.
Author's Note: JESUS! That was shorter than even I thought! I write it all in one document so when I cut out chapters I never really know how short they are on their own. This one is ridiculously short. Oh well. There's another one.