The sun's rays pierced the through the curtains and into the room, Hermione scrunched her face and curled into a ball. The sun continued to force its way, she could feel it try to inch through her eyelashes. It was useless she was forced to turn over. Her last protest was a moan which escaped her inaudibly as she turned over, and quickly became a sharp gasp.
There was someone in her bed. Frozen with fear she opened her eye and spied red hair next to her, that's when it all came back to her.
Horror film marathon.
The sun was making it impossible for Hermione to sleep and so she quietly slipped out of bed as too not wake Ginny, after all why should she have to suffer as well. Hermione carefully navigated around the boxes of dvds, popcorn, and bottles of butter beer, strewn across the floor. Luckily it was Saturday, no work, no class, nothing, just a time to relax.
Perhaps a little relaxing with a bit of light reading, she didn't want to get behind in her current project.
Where did I leave Ibanez's file?
Well she would leave that off until after a cup of tea.
In the kitchen Hermione boiled some water for tea while she went through the mail she didn't get to last night. With the work and teaching she had begun ignoring the owls which were sent to her, and so they left the letters on a saucer near the window sill of her apartment, there was another bowl next to it with some water and another with a seeds.
There were times when she didn't get a chance to read her letters till weeks after she received them. So friends and family learned to send urgent letters to Ginny, who would then pass the word to her absentminded roommate.
The first thing that caught her eye was a card from Ron. He was letting her know he had been hired as assistant couch for the Chudley Cannons. This wasn't particularly news as she had gone to the celebratory dinner for the occasion months ago. Upon remembering this Hermione belabored for having forgotten about reading the mail for this long. To which she kicked herself again as she should have noticed something wrong when she had picked up the card since Ron was with Harry dealing with an overseas Order task.
The boiling water started to scream at her and so she went to fix herself and Ginny some tea and breakfast. Ginny walked in just in time for tea, putting some milk it she began to drink. Getting the boost of energy she needed she looked at Hermione and then at the counter with the pile of letters.
"Haven't been keeping up with the mail again?" said Ginny suppressing a smile.
"Well, its not like it's the easiest thing to do you know," retorted Hermione.
"Of course not," chuckled Ginny walking away not wanting to laugh in her friends face.
"Ginny Weasley I heard that!" Hermione yelled.
It wasn't like she was trying to be an absent friend; it was just that she was so busy with work, her articles, the class, that she hardly had any time with herself.
Besides they know I love them.
"Perhaps I should review your mail reading abilities, the reviews you got from the Muggle Ingression class seemed to get you moving. "
That is it Hermione Granger, you will keep up with your mail and stop neglecting your friends.
"They shouldn't be complaining, I'm a very good teacher, besides I'm doing this as a favor, nothing more. If they rather go and try to blend with muggles on their own, fine by me. Besides I have more important things, like trying to go through the Ibanez file. Have you seen it by the way?"
"Its on the table, under the pile of mail."
Hermione moved to the table searching through the piles of papers and mail for the folder.
"I don't see it." Hermione retorted.
"Its there, under the class reviews." Ginny grunted, as she entered the kitchen with an armful of trash from last night. "How did they like the new materials by the way?"
"They seemed to enjoy it. Honestly I think they just enjoyed the fact I stopped lecturing." Hermione shuffled through the stack of papers until she found the file.
She was eager to learn about Ibanez's hypothesis on the subject. Hermione dedicated herself to genetic evolution for magic which meant all her work would be based on the early studies from Ibanez.
Such a shame Iliana left the department.
The owl had probably been there for a while, and not finding Ginny who had left for the other room resorted to biting Hermione. Here was her opportunity. She took the letter from the owl, who promptly left. The letter was addressed to Ginny.
"Ginny," Hermione yelled, "Owl."
"Read it for me," Ginny called back.
Hermione opened the letter and saw the familiar scratched script, her face fell as she read.
"Its from Mad Eye," she cried out hoping her voice sounded steady, "we are called to headquarters as soon as possible."
Hermione heard the cup fall in the other room, she ran to her friend. In the next room she found Ginny picking up the larger pieces of the cup.
"I, well, I, I tripped," muttered Ginny with out looking up, " its nothing really, nothing to worry about, just a cup."
"Of course," consoled Hermione, "why don't you start your shower, I'll finish here."
Ginny nodded, heading towards the showers.