Chapter 2
Hermione was tapping her foot impatiently against her car's floor. She didn't usually tap her feet, in fact, she found this habit quite annoying when other people did it. But she was waiting for Jane to come out of the house so she could drop her off at Ron's. However, at the back of her mind, Hermione probably knew that it wasn't so much the "waiting" that was causing her to stress, but more of the "at Ron's."
Now that she thought about it, Hermione realized she had been a little off all day. Little things, like putting in three creams in her coffee at work instead of two, walking into the wrong room for her meeting, tapping her feet.... And then the one big thing, something she must have been so out of her mind to do.
For in her life, Hermione was generally very self controlled—she knew exactly where her thoughts were and could keep track of a million things at once. Multitasking was a talent of hers. But this morning...well, Hermione lost herself and did something she couldn't remember doing for nearly seven years.
When her boss handed her a legal paper on Elf Courtesy in Concert Stadiums to review and sign, she found herself scribbling her signature as usual, only to look at the paper halfway through her last name and realize that wasn't it at all. For on the "sign here" line, Hermione had written Hermione Weas . She had done her best to forget about it, but couldn't help staring remorsefully at the seemingly huge inkblot covering her mistake on the page.
She snapped out of her contemplative thinking when she heard a click and a "Hey, mom!" as Jane opened the car door and tumbled in.
"Hi...honey. You ready to go?"
"Yeah! All set mum, let's go."
Hermione backed out of the driveway and proceeded to drive down the road. They had been on the highway for several minutes when Jane interrupted the silence.
"You haven't seen dad in a long time, have you?" she asked, softly and somewhat timidly, as if she half feared an unwelcome answer.
"No...I guess you're right. It's been awhile, I suppose."
"Going on eight years or something, isn't it?"
"Uh....yeah. Sounds accurate. Oh and Jane where's your broomstick?"
"I put it in the trunk, mum. Didn't you hear me?"
"Oh, yes...that's right."
Jane stared at her mother quizzically and worried. But Hermione didn't notice as she exited the highway and continued on to her ex husband's. A/N: Sorry that was so short!! Longer chapter next, I promise....Reviews please!!!
Hermione was tapping her foot impatiently against her car's floor. She didn't usually tap her feet, in fact, she found this habit quite annoying when other people did it. But she was waiting for Jane to come out of the house so she could drop her off at Ron's. However, at the back of her mind, Hermione probably knew that it wasn't so much the "waiting" that was causing her to stress, but more of the "at Ron's."
Now that she thought about it, Hermione realized she had been a little off all day. Little things, like putting in three creams in her coffee at work instead of two, walking into the wrong room for her meeting, tapping her feet.... And then the one big thing, something she must have been so out of her mind to do.
For in her life, Hermione was generally very self controlled—she knew exactly where her thoughts were and could keep track of a million things at once. Multitasking was a talent of hers. But this morning...well, Hermione lost herself and did something she couldn't remember doing for nearly seven years.
When her boss handed her a legal paper on Elf Courtesy in Concert Stadiums to review and sign, she found herself scribbling her signature as usual, only to look at the paper halfway through her last name and realize that wasn't it at all. For on the "sign here" line, Hermione had written Hermione Weas . She had done her best to forget about it, but couldn't help staring remorsefully at the seemingly huge inkblot covering her mistake on the page.
She snapped out of her contemplative thinking when she heard a click and a "Hey, mom!" as Jane opened the car door and tumbled in.
"Hi...honey. You ready to go?"
"Yeah! All set mum, let's go."
Hermione backed out of the driveway and proceeded to drive down the road. They had been on the highway for several minutes when Jane interrupted the silence.
"You haven't seen dad in a long time, have you?" she asked, softly and somewhat timidly, as if she half feared an unwelcome answer.
"No...I guess you're right. It's been awhile, I suppose."
"Going on eight years or something, isn't it?"
"Uh....yeah. Sounds accurate. Oh and Jane where's your broomstick?"
"I put it in the trunk, mum. Didn't you hear me?"
"Oh, yes...that's right."
Jane stared at her mother quizzically and worried. But Hermione didn't notice as she exited the highway and continued on to her ex husband's. A/N: Sorry that was so short!! Longer chapter next, I promise....Reviews please!!!