A/N: I think perhaps it's time I try this again Thanks for the review idea. Let's see… what to happen next…
Remus returned five minute later with a packet of papers. "This just arrived from Dumbledore. Sometimes that man surprises me. It seems he's sent enough work for you to stay here at least another day, if you need to."
"Well, we'll have to see won't we? Did he send my books too?" Hermione asked setting the papers in her lap.
"No, but you can just use mine. I believe I have everything you need. If you'll follow me, there is a desk in the room with the books." Hermione got up, wrapped a blanket around her, grabbed her tissues and homework, and followed Remus to a room towards the back of the house. It contained a mahogany desk and a large bookcase in the corner. There was also a fireplace and an armchair in the corner. It was a cozy room. One which Hermione hoped she could have one day in her very one home. She loved the coziness the room emanated. She set her homework and the tissues on the desk and wandered over to the bookcases. She grabbed three books that she knew she would need. Then she turned back to the door. Remus was still standing there. She smiled and walked back over to the desk. After she opened her first book, Remus walked back to the kitchen and Hermione got to work.
Hermione misjudged her amount of energy and halfway through her History of Magic makeup essay, she felt her head drooping and her nose running. 'I must make a pretty picture' she thought blowing her nose. 'Maybe I'll just lay my head down for a minute…' She put her head down on her book and her eyes closed. Her mind drifted the dream channels looking for the station it wanted to tune into. She was floating above a countryside that was near a flowing river. The landscape was lush and green with occasional dots of colour in the forms of flowers and butterflies. There was an old stone house in the distance with ivy climbing one corner. The windows were of old fashioned glass and seemed to glow from the light that came from within them. The door was a light wood with a stain glass window towards the top. The window was in the form of a new moon. There was a stone bridge that crossed the river and led to a garden meticulously arranged. The flowers all grew in rows and nothing seemed out of place. It was the one part of the scenery that didn't appeal to Hermione. She wanted badly to uproot the flowers and plant them sporadically over the garden area. She wanted it to look naturally beautiful, not as if someone had planned it all out and spent hours of time making it perfect. In its flaws, nature was beautiful. The flowers deserved a chance to grow as they pleased.
She turned her thoughts from the flowers and back to the home. The stone was aged and the ivy had taken awhile to grow over it. The windows were yellowed with age, but it a charming way. Through an open window on the second floor, she could see the blue fluttering curtains that beckoned in the wind. She felt herself moving closer though she seemed to have no body. The closer she got the more she saw. There was a neatly made bed on one wall. On the other stood a beaten bookcase, not unlike the one Lupin had. This one was different though. Handmade, it seemed. There was a desk and a chair that also struck her as homemade. There was a tantalizing smell floating out the window…one of roasted chicken.
"Hermione, do you want to stop and eat?" Came a voice from far away. Sadly, she floated away from the wonderful house and back to the real world. Hermione opened her eyes and lifted her head.
"Sure, what'd'ya have?" Hermione yawned,
"Roast chicken," Remus laughed at her sleepy expression. "I'll bring it to you."
A/N: There we go…more….this chapter inspired by a painting I saw outside some store today at the mall.