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TheAgonyofBlank- Yes I agree the paragraphing was a terror. My computer was being evil and it couldn't find the story to upload, so I sent it to my friend, but my paragraphs were lost in the process... Thanks for braving the mess and reading!
CherryLips- Where's Draco…. This chapter might help with that question, if not I suggest you reread "The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black" in OoP…
The-Girl-Can't-Make-her-Mind - Very good! I am so proud of you! *gives you a sparkly star* The hints were a bit confusing but you still got it! :-D
Lily(EuphoniumGurl0)-Thanks! Thanks for posting!(Added by Lils)
Rodolphus Black.... Surely that was a common name in the Muggle world, but something about "Rodolphus" had struck her as odd when she had first seen him. Combine that with his being a fan of the Weird Sisters and Hermione was really starting to wonder.
She decided to owl the Weasley's and ask if the Weird Sisters had any Muggle performances. She really had enjoyed their performance at the Yule Ball, but that had been 2 years ago ... it would be really fun to go to a Muggle performance and maybe take a few of her old Muggle friends from grade school. After a few years of knowing Hermione a few things were clear about her, amongst them the fact she loved books and knowledge, and she also had really random tastes in music.
Once she got home she was greeted by an amused look on her father's face, which she responded with "Don't ask! Do so and risk painful injuries!" By the time the surprised look was off her father's face Hermione was long gone on her voyage to her bathroom and a nice long bath.
Meanwhile.... A lanky but handsome boy was still riding the tube.... muttering to himself "Rodolphus... ugh what was I thinking, using the name of Uncle Rodolphus, and then Mum's maiden name... just daft! Especially as the Prophet was running lots of stories on the supporters of the Dark Lord who had escaped Azkaban since the Dementor's trading of sides. Aunt Bella and Uncle Rodo were in the paper at least once a week and up to six times a week!"
What were the chances he'd run into the cleverest witch in his year, who he had often seen reading the Prophet at times when he decided to try to torment her at school. Oh no, she must have a subscription! Well, he just hoped there wouldn't be anymore chance run-ins for the summer and once school started he'd just resume the attitude that had once gotten him transformed into the "Bouncing Ferret 'Wonder."
He really didn't see why his mother had to insist that he come with her to London to find some new art for their manor. He was almost sure that Sasha Green was one of the oddest people he had met. She was a pureblooded witch who insisted on living in Muggle London, not because she liked Muggles ... she said she had a much better choice of models in London. With Muggles she would just stun the ones she thought would work well for her paintings, and then use an Imperious curse on them to make them pose as she pleased. Then it was a simple memory charm and they were back to their "stupid annoying lives" as she had put it.
Draco thought she had skill in capturing life in paints, but really didn't want to know how she got her models to look so pained... (But then again she might know a few good things to use against Potty and his crew ... maybe not, he didn't want the Mud-Blood to get mad and hex him to Bermuda.) Back to Sasha...most of her paintings were supposed to show the pain of heartbreak, but Draco had a hard time imagining anyone looking so tortured just from a bad breakup, actually thinking about it he had yet to feel a considerable amount of pain from a split.
The most unpleasant one he had experienced was with a girl named Bridget, and he had been the one breaking up with her, after all he hated it when girls got mushy and she had been getting lovier and dovier by the minute. Once he had, he had to admit to himself he hated not having access to her body, but he got over it fast.
His thoughts then came back to Sasha, and he decided he would make sure he had plans at a friend's next time his mother was going to buy more paintings. He used to put up with being dragged to London because he would always get to buy a few new trinkets, and had been able to apparate home. Sure the Ministry had known about it, and Matilda Hopkirk, the blasted busybody in the Dept. of Improper Use of Magic had tried to expel him once but after a rather generous "gift" from his father Fudge had dismissed it, and all other times he was found using magic during his summer holidays.
Since Fudge's loss of the Wizarding Community's support, it looked like there would soon be a new minister, and he was in no position to override improper magic. Lucius was also in no position to negotiate with the high powers at the Ministry. The boy had learned to tolerate the Tube, and found that it could be a good place to think when need be, but he still was hoping his mother would repent and get the floo network to open the traveling options of their fireplaces. He still didn't get why his mother wouldn't let the house elves put a protective spell on his clothes, which would enable him to go through floo without looking like he had just rolled down a hill of ashes.
He then heard the annoying monotone voice announce his stop. He got out and saw one of the family carriages waiting for him down the street. A coachman hopped down and opened the door; he then climbed in, and waited for the lurch and then the clopping of horse's hooves as the carriage made its way up the hill to the desolate mansion that awaited his arrival.
Hermione had been soaking in her warm bubble bath for quite awhile and when she started to resemble a really wrinkly raisin she finally decided to get out and get dressed. Her day had sure been one of ups and downs. Her breakfast with her parents had went well, and then at the last art class her outfit had been changed from one of the current season to that of the next season, artsy mistakes. Then she had met an intriguing guy in the train, but when he heard her name he got all weird, and right when she was about to ask for his digits!
She padded into her room with her Froggy robe wrapped tightly around her. She sat down at her desk, kicked off her duck and got out a pen and some paper. She started writing,
Ron and Ginny,
Hope summer's been going well for you two. Have you been able to get to the Twin's shop yet, or does your mum still have a ban on it? Hope she accepts it soon, either that or I'm going to have to hide my extra extendable-ear when I get to the Burrow. Say hi to Harry for me. I had an odd conversation with a boy on the train today, and the Weird Sisters came up. I was wondering if you know when their next Muggle performance will be? It would be great fun to go to! Well I guess I'll be talking to or seeing you soon.
Yours,
Hermione.
Hermione then got up and tied to letter to the leg of the owl she had gotten her parents, Sophie. "Take this to Ron or Ginny" she whispered. Hermione then opened the window and Sophie hopped onto the sill and took off. Glancing at her watch Hermione saw it was about eleven thirty, heading to midnight. She decided to go to sleep, as she felt oddly tired from her strange day. She threw on some jimjams and crawled into her bed, and snuggled under her covers. Within two minutes she was asleep, and a herd of cattle couldn't have woken her.
Thanks for reviewing!
TheAgonyofBlank- Yes I agree the paragraphing was a terror. My computer was being evil and it couldn't find the story to upload, so I sent it to my friend, but my paragraphs were lost in the process... Thanks for braving the mess and reading!
CherryLips- Where's Draco…. This chapter might help with that question, if not I suggest you reread "The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black" in OoP…
The-Girl-Can't-Make-her-Mind - Very good! I am so proud of you! *gives you a sparkly star* The hints were a bit confusing but you still got it! :-D
Lily(EuphoniumGurl0)-Thanks! Thanks for posting!(Added by Lils)
Rodolphus Black.... Surely that was a common name in the Muggle world, but something about "Rodolphus" had struck her as odd when she had first seen him. Combine that with his being a fan of the Weird Sisters and Hermione was really starting to wonder.
She decided to owl the Weasley's and ask if the Weird Sisters had any Muggle performances. She really had enjoyed their performance at the Yule Ball, but that had been 2 years ago ... it would be really fun to go to a Muggle performance and maybe take a few of her old Muggle friends from grade school. After a few years of knowing Hermione a few things were clear about her, amongst them the fact she loved books and knowledge, and she also had really random tastes in music.
Once she got home she was greeted by an amused look on her father's face, which she responded with "Don't ask! Do so and risk painful injuries!" By the time the surprised look was off her father's face Hermione was long gone on her voyage to her bathroom and a nice long bath.
Meanwhile.... A lanky but handsome boy was still riding the tube.... muttering to himself "Rodolphus... ugh what was I thinking, using the name of Uncle Rodolphus, and then Mum's maiden name... just daft! Especially as the Prophet was running lots of stories on the supporters of the Dark Lord who had escaped Azkaban since the Dementor's trading of sides. Aunt Bella and Uncle Rodo were in the paper at least once a week and up to six times a week!"
What were the chances he'd run into the cleverest witch in his year, who he had often seen reading the Prophet at times when he decided to try to torment her at school. Oh no, she must have a subscription! Well, he just hoped there wouldn't be anymore chance run-ins for the summer and once school started he'd just resume the attitude that had once gotten him transformed into the "Bouncing Ferret 'Wonder."
He really didn't see why his mother had to insist that he come with her to London to find some new art for their manor. He was almost sure that Sasha Green was one of the oddest people he had met. She was a pureblooded witch who insisted on living in Muggle London, not because she liked Muggles ... she said she had a much better choice of models in London. With Muggles she would just stun the ones she thought would work well for her paintings, and then use an Imperious curse on them to make them pose as she pleased. Then it was a simple memory charm and they were back to their "stupid annoying lives" as she had put it.
Draco thought she had skill in capturing life in paints, but really didn't want to know how she got her models to look so pained... (But then again she might know a few good things to use against Potty and his crew ... maybe not, he didn't want the Mud-Blood to get mad and hex him to Bermuda.) Back to Sasha...most of her paintings were supposed to show the pain of heartbreak, but Draco had a hard time imagining anyone looking so tortured just from a bad breakup, actually thinking about it he had yet to feel a considerable amount of pain from a split.
The most unpleasant one he had experienced was with a girl named Bridget, and he had been the one breaking up with her, after all he hated it when girls got mushy and she had been getting lovier and dovier by the minute. Once he had, he had to admit to himself he hated not having access to her body, but he got over it fast.
His thoughts then came back to Sasha, and he decided he would make sure he had plans at a friend's next time his mother was going to buy more paintings. He used to put up with being dragged to London because he would always get to buy a few new trinkets, and had been able to apparate home. Sure the Ministry had known about it, and Matilda Hopkirk, the blasted busybody in the Dept. of Improper Use of Magic had tried to expel him once but after a rather generous "gift" from his father Fudge had dismissed it, and all other times he was found using magic during his summer holidays.
Since Fudge's loss of the Wizarding Community's support, it looked like there would soon be a new minister, and he was in no position to override improper magic. Lucius was also in no position to negotiate with the high powers at the Ministry. The boy had learned to tolerate the Tube, and found that it could be a good place to think when need be, but he still was hoping his mother would repent and get the floo network to open the traveling options of their fireplaces. He still didn't get why his mother wouldn't let the house elves put a protective spell on his clothes, which would enable him to go through floo without looking like he had just rolled down a hill of ashes.
He then heard the annoying monotone voice announce his stop. He got out and saw one of the family carriages waiting for him down the street. A coachman hopped down and opened the door; he then climbed in, and waited for the lurch and then the clopping of horse's hooves as the carriage made its way up the hill to the desolate mansion that awaited his arrival.
Hermione had been soaking in her warm bubble bath for quite awhile and when she started to resemble a really wrinkly raisin she finally decided to get out and get dressed. Her day had sure been one of ups and downs. Her breakfast with her parents had went well, and then at the last art class her outfit had been changed from one of the current season to that of the next season, artsy mistakes. Then she had met an intriguing guy in the train, but when he heard her name he got all weird, and right when she was about to ask for his digits!
She padded into her room with her Froggy robe wrapped tightly around her. She sat down at her desk, kicked off her duck and got out a pen and some paper. She started writing,
Ron and Ginny,
Hope summer's been going well for you two. Have you been able to get to the Twin's shop yet, or does your mum still have a ban on it? Hope she accepts it soon, either that or I'm going to have to hide my extra extendable-ear when I get to the Burrow. Say hi to Harry for me. I had an odd conversation with a boy on the train today, and the Weird Sisters came up. I was wondering if you know when their next Muggle performance will be? It would be great fun to go to! Well I guess I'll be talking to or seeing you soon.
Yours,
Hermione.
Hermione then got up and tied to letter to the leg of the owl she had gotten her parents, Sophie. "Take this to Ron or Ginny" she whispered. Hermione then opened the window and Sophie hopped onto the sill and took off. Glancing at her watch Hermione saw it was about eleven thirty, heading to midnight. She decided to go to sleep, as she felt oddly tired from her strange day. She threw on some jimjams and crawled into her bed, and snuggled under her covers. Within two minutes she was asleep, and a herd of cattle couldn't have woken her.
