My Zingara
Chapter 5: Packing and Unpacking
"You know Ron," Hermione said while tapping her wand signaling the tape to complete the brown box filled with stuffed animals. "This is the only thing I hate about moving. I can deal with new people and styles but this has to be the worst part. Do you know why?
"No, why?" Ron asked waving his wand for a quick taping.
"It's the most boring even in the wizarding world. If I say this is bad think of how it is in the muggle world. I swear it's truly horrifying!
"Oh, it can't be that bad." Ron said while picking up a box.
"Yea, I guess you're right. Hey! That's the last box. We're done!"
Yes! No more whining. Ron thought. Hermione picked up the last box and put it in the front seat. Ron, smiling, picked up the box and sat down in the seat.
"Sorry Ron. My brain is fried right now. Moving can be fun but not all the time.
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"So where does this one go?" Ron asked holding a rather large box.
"Ron, do you notice how it says kitchen on the side?" Hermione asked getting a brief answer of Yes before continuing. "Therefore I believe it belongs in the kitchen.
"Oh.
"Yea, oh. Now help me put away the things in my bedroom first. I can unpack while you set up my furniture.
It took nearly two hours to put the bed together without magic. Ron complained many times. His favorite complaint being why, out of all the other nice places you could have lived, did you have to pick the one where every muggle in all of London lives? Hermione smiled and answered sweetly with Just to annoy you Ron. It was hard but her four poster bed was put together and made up ready for anyone to take a nice nap. The dresser took all of an hour and a half. Four hours later her bedroom and bathroom were both fully unpacked and completely neat. Nearing six the two sat down to a nice pizza dinner. Laughing and recalling things from the past two years the two had a riot.
"So Ron, what do you do on your excursions?" Hermione asked putting down her slice of pizza.
"Nothing really. I don't want to bore you." Ron replied blushing and putting his head down.
"Why would it bore me? After all I remember it was me who bored you all through school.
"Because it would Hermione.
"No it-
"Yes it would. Some-
"Who was she?
"Who was who?
"The girl that told you your job was boring?
"Oh, her.
"Yes her Ron. I wanna know.
"Maria Naite. She was our translator in Colombia. She hated what I did because I was out all day and slept alone all night.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron. Please tell me what it is Aurors do now.
"Basically, we find artifacts from old wizarding tribes. I am fascinated by it, but no girl seems to see the things I see when I look at them.
"Life and death? Happiness and sorrow? Love and Hate? Truth and Fiction? I see it too. I guess all artists do. No one ever understood what I saw looking at other forms of art.
"Yea, something like that Hermione." Ron said with a big smile. "I'll drop by tomorrow to help you unpack your other things."
And with that he was gone. Hermione, exhausted from the day's activities, went up to change for bed. Halfway asleep she fell into her bed, jolting up when she felt something under the covers.
Lifting the covers up, Hermione found a book of poetry. Opening it she saw it was marked on great poems such as "How do I love thee" and other love poems. Smiling, Hermione fell into a deep slumber.