Sirius looked towards the window behind Hermione where the outdoor
lamplight had been dimmed by a moving shadow. He shifted towards it and
peered out the window as he opened it, pointing his wand outside, when he
realized nothing was there. Anymore at least...
"Sirius? What's the matter?" Hermione moved next to him and peered out the window as well in search of what could possibly be drawing Sirius away from her.
"Nothing," said Sirius confusedly. He could have sworn he saw something move outside. "Don't worry about it. How about lunch?" He asked. And Hermione, still not completely satisfied with his response, proceeded to the kitchen to fix Sirius and herself some homemade chicken soup. Once they had finished lunch, Hermione went across the hall to her room and shut her blinds to stop Sirius from looking out the window so often.
"You seem nervous about something Sirius. Is everything okay?" she asked him, obviously concerned. Sirius thought about this. What had that shadow been?
"Nothings wrong. I'm just going to go check if the doors are all locked." Sirius left the room and rain began to poor down harder. Hermione sighed and reached for her Standard Book of Spells Book 6. She had already bought all her new schoolbooks the week after school ended. She opened up to Chapter 4 and the first spell in the list was a cleaning charm. Housekeepers often used it to occupy small tasks such as washing plates or organizing papers while they focused on the big tasks. 'Interesting,' Hermione thought.
Then Sirius stepped back into the room and slumped down in her desk chair as she continued to read.
"All the doors are locked," Sirius told her critically. Hermione didn't answer because she was engulfed in her book. Sirius strode over to see what was holding her attention so strongly and read over her shoulder, "...When your garden doesn't grow, the simple charm to use is the "growth" charm. It only works on plants. Mutter the word: centigrotestica under your breath while pointing your wand..." Sirius interrupted her reading.
"Oh, Hermione, how boring! You need to buy some more thrilling novels. Adventures of wizards that used to really exist! When I still went to Hogwarts, my favorite book was Behind the Cave, by Marcus Gendoile." Sirius exclaimed enthusiastically as Hermione closed her book and turned around to look at him finding that his head, which was moments ago only over her shoulder, now inches from her face.
"Well I will probably read it someday Sirius." She murmured under her breath.
"Good. I'm sure you would like it." Sirius said drawing nearer to her.
"Afterall," she whispered "If you like it..." Sirius was now so close she could see the light beneath his eyes and the sweat upon his cheek. Hermione gasped. A giant spider had just landed directly on Sirius's shoulder and began crawling down his back. Sirius, not nearly as nervous as Hermione was, reached for it, opened the window, through it outside, and closed it quickly and locked it, shutting the blinds. Hermione, still slightly afraid, gave Sirius a questioning look.
"What's going on with you? Why are you all of a sudden so worried about having everything shut tight and secure?" Hermione asked him sitting up from her curled in a ball position.
"I don't know, it's just something I saw." Sirius answered. And before Hermione could say anything he added, "It was nothing." Hermione sighed, slightly disappointed and opened her book once again to chapter four to finish her section.
"Oh please not that again," Sirius moaned. Hermione sat up, once again and looked him in the eye with a sort of amused look on her face.
"Who cares if I like reading Stand Book of Spells? It's not like I'm forcing you to." She finished shaking her head slightly and opening the book once again.
"I know but, what should I do?" Sirius asked in a little bit of a baby voice. Hermione looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow. She paused for a moment. Then she stood up, grabbed her History of Magic book, dumped it in Sirius's lap and proceeded to her spot on the bed to finish reading. Sirius looked from Hermione to the book a few times, sighed and then opened to a random page somewhere in the middle and the first man to be mentioned was Marcus Gendoile, the author of Sirius's favorite book. His eyes lit up as he began to read.
The young witch and wizard sat there most of the afternoon reading together until they both realized that time had flown by and it was already almost six. The rain had eased down a bit but had not fully stopped. 'What a wonderful summer day,' Hermione thought to herself. Hermione, now completing chapter 6, closed the book, set it neatly on her shelf, and looked over at Sirius. His eyes were reading quickly and attentively and pages were turning quicker then she ever imagined Sirius reading.
"What's taken a hold of your interest so quickly, Sirius?" Hermione said eying him suspiciously. Sirius looked up.
"Oh, it's this book. They have a whole chapter on Marcus Gendoile. Remember? The author of my favorite book? Lot's of stuff in here about him I never would have expected. Did you know that the part about finding a unicorn was true?" Hermione was smiling slightly at Sirius's animated face.
"You know, that's what happens when you read." She explained. "You learn things." Then she stood up and walked towards the doorway. Turning back, she said: "Don't you worry about entertaining me now." She said convincingly. "Read as long as you want. I'll just be downstairs fixing dinner." With that she exited the room leaving Sirius down the hall in her desk chair reading a book for probably the first time in ages. What had the shadow been? He thought, his eyes drifting towards the window once more.
"Sirius? What's the matter?" Hermione moved next to him and peered out the window as well in search of what could possibly be drawing Sirius away from her.
"Nothing," said Sirius confusedly. He could have sworn he saw something move outside. "Don't worry about it. How about lunch?" He asked. And Hermione, still not completely satisfied with his response, proceeded to the kitchen to fix Sirius and herself some homemade chicken soup. Once they had finished lunch, Hermione went across the hall to her room and shut her blinds to stop Sirius from looking out the window so often.
"You seem nervous about something Sirius. Is everything okay?" she asked him, obviously concerned. Sirius thought about this. What had that shadow been?
"Nothings wrong. I'm just going to go check if the doors are all locked." Sirius left the room and rain began to poor down harder. Hermione sighed and reached for her Standard Book of Spells Book 6. She had already bought all her new schoolbooks the week after school ended. She opened up to Chapter 4 and the first spell in the list was a cleaning charm. Housekeepers often used it to occupy small tasks such as washing plates or organizing papers while they focused on the big tasks. 'Interesting,' Hermione thought.
Then Sirius stepped back into the room and slumped down in her desk chair as she continued to read.
"All the doors are locked," Sirius told her critically. Hermione didn't answer because she was engulfed in her book. Sirius strode over to see what was holding her attention so strongly and read over her shoulder, "...When your garden doesn't grow, the simple charm to use is the "growth" charm. It only works on plants. Mutter the word: centigrotestica under your breath while pointing your wand..." Sirius interrupted her reading.
"Oh, Hermione, how boring! You need to buy some more thrilling novels. Adventures of wizards that used to really exist! When I still went to Hogwarts, my favorite book was Behind the Cave, by Marcus Gendoile." Sirius exclaimed enthusiastically as Hermione closed her book and turned around to look at him finding that his head, which was moments ago only over her shoulder, now inches from her face.
"Well I will probably read it someday Sirius." She murmured under her breath.
"Good. I'm sure you would like it." Sirius said drawing nearer to her.
"Afterall," she whispered "If you like it..." Sirius was now so close she could see the light beneath his eyes and the sweat upon his cheek. Hermione gasped. A giant spider had just landed directly on Sirius's shoulder and began crawling down his back. Sirius, not nearly as nervous as Hermione was, reached for it, opened the window, through it outside, and closed it quickly and locked it, shutting the blinds. Hermione, still slightly afraid, gave Sirius a questioning look.
"What's going on with you? Why are you all of a sudden so worried about having everything shut tight and secure?" Hermione asked him sitting up from her curled in a ball position.
"I don't know, it's just something I saw." Sirius answered. And before Hermione could say anything he added, "It was nothing." Hermione sighed, slightly disappointed and opened her book once again to chapter four to finish her section.
"Oh please not that again," Sirius moaned. Hermione sat up, once again and looked him in the eye with a sort of amused look on her face.
"Who cares if I like reading Stand Book of Spells? It's not like I'm forcing you to." She finished shaking her head slightly and opening the book once again.
"I know but, what should I do?" Sirius asked in a little bit of a baby voice. Hermione looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow. She paused for a moment. Then she stood up, grabbed her History of Magic book, dumped it in Sirius's lap and proceeded to her spot on the bed to finish reading. Sirius looked from Hermione to the book a few times, sighed and then opened to a random page somewhere in the middle and the first man to be mentioned was Marcus Gendoile, the author of Sirius's favorite book. His eyes lit up as he began to read.
The young witch and wizard sat there most of the afternoon reading together until they both realized that time had flown by and it was already almost six. The rain had eased down a bit but had not fully stopped. 'What a wonderful summer day,' Hermione thought to herself. Hermione, now completing chapter 6, closed the book, set it neatly on her shelf, and looked over at Sirius. His eyes were reading quickly and attentively and pages were turning quicker then she ever imagined Sirius reading.
"What's taken a hold of your interest so quickly, Sirius?" Hermione said eying him suspiciously. Sirius looked up.
"Oh, it's this book. They have a whole chapter on Marcus Gendoile. Remember? The author of my favorite book? Lot's of stuff in here about him I never would have expected. Did you know that the part about finding a unicorn was true?" Hermione was smiling slightly at Sirius's animated face.
"You know, that's what happens when you read." She explained. "You learn things." Then she stood up and walked towards the doorway. Turning back, she said: "Don't you worry about entertaining me now." She said convincingly. "Read as long as you want. I'll just be downstairs fixing dinner." With that she exited the room leaving Sirius down the hall in her desk chair reading a book for probably the first time in ages. What had the shadow been? He thought, his eyes drifting towards the window once more.