Bon Appetite! - Chapter Six
Hermione and Draco spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating their problem. They had to find out where and, well, when they were. After a while, Hermione remembered the cabinet inside the hut.
"We could check inside that cabinet," she said. "We might find something useful, maybe some clothes from this time period."
She went into the hut and made her way over to the cabinet. She wrenched the door open. Dust flew all around the small room. The cabinet had a wooden dowel stuck in the top of the small compartment. Three sets of clothing hung from the dowel. Hermione pulled one off, releasing another cloud of dust. It was a woman's dress.It was plain and off-white with a burgundy-red apron. It looked as though it had not been worn in a very long time.
Hermione pulled out the second outfit. It consisted of a large, brown tunic and uncomfortable looking trousers. The third article was a large, woven coat.
A book lay on the bottom panel of the cabinet. Hermionebrushed the dust off the cover and opened it. The first page was blank, but the second had writing on it. It was not written in English. It was in French.
"Malfoy!" Hermione yelled excitedly as she ran outside. "Malfoy, I think we're in France!"
"Really Granger… how do you know?" He responded smoothly.
"I found a book. I think it's a journal, but it's written in French," Hermione explained. "I think I know why we're here too. It was the crepes. I know it has to have something to do with the crepes. They altered the potion somehow and we ended up in France. Now, all we have to figure out is when, and I guess, where in France. At least we have a general idea."
Malfoy looked impressed. Or at least as impressed as a Malfoy can look, especially when looking at a muggle born.
"Oh, I also found clothes. They're inside."
They made their way into the hut. Hermione showed him what he was to wear. She picked up the dress and went outside to change.
That night they built up a fire. Hermione sat on a log, and began to look through the whole book. She grinned.
"Brilliant. This is brilliant," she whispered.
At the top of the third page it said:
Vendredi le 19 decembre, 1545
"We can figure out what time we are in, right now."
"Really Granger, do tell."
"This is sometime after 1545."
"Ah, and you know this because – why?"
"Look," she said, walking over to where he was sitting and shoving the journal in front of his face, "Vendredi, that's Friday. 19, God, I hope you know what that is. Decembre, obviously December, and 1545. I would say that it's at least thirty years later, given the amount of dust in this book. Also, that was the first entry, the last was made in 1547, so now, it's at least 1577. So this means we don't have to go looking for other people at all."
"It's a relief, actually," Malfoy drawled,"I wasn't looking forward to testing my French skills."
"Or discovering lack thereof," Hermione replied scathingly.
She went and sat down on the log again.
"Do you think we'll be here forever?" Hermione asked, biting her lip and clutching the book in her lap.
"Merlin, I hope not Granger, I don't fancy being stuck with an annoying, buck-toothed, bushy-haired mudblood for the rest of my life. Think of the pain it would cause me."
Hermione snorted.
"Think of how much pain it would cause me to be stuck with a pureblood, Slytherin ferret for the rest of my life."
"Ah, touché."