Aaaand, I'm back! This is the second last installment; the next chapter should be up tomorrow or the day after.
The Colours of the Rainbow Challenge, indigo, word count: 317.
Emily. x
"It's not really... purple. More indigo, I would say."
Ron scrunched his eyebrows and gave her an exasperated, are-you-kidding-me sort of look. "What's indigo? It's purple, Hermione."
Hermione barely restrained rolling her eyes as she explained. "Indigo is a mix between blue and purple. It's quite a lovely color, really. Much better than lavender." Hermione's hint was very, very obvious, and Ron caught on.
"Ha ha. Lavender. That's completely hilarious." His tone was cynical and sarcastic.
"Well, I thought so."
"Your sense of humor needs checking, I reckon."
"So, what're we having for dinner?" Ron's honest, slightly annoying question was being asked every five minutes, and the grumbling coming from his stomach was very much getting on Hermione's nerves, and she felt like snapping. Or maybe that was just the Horcrux around her neck.
"Whatever I can find," replied Hermione tonelessly.
"One thing I do miss is the food," admitted Harry. "Especially your mothers' food."
"I miss everything," shrugged Ron, "it's different out here, hunting..."
"It's different everywhere, now, Ron," added Hermione quietly.
"I miss Hogwarts," stated Harry randomly, and the other two gave him looks.
"Not how it is now," Harry elaborated quickly, "but imagine, like our first and second and third years, minus Quirrell and the heir of Slytherin and the drama that followed Sirius."
"I had always wondered what a normal Hogwarts childhood would feel like," put in Hermione. "Without the constantly getting killed part, of couse."
Ron nodded in agreement. "If only it was normal."
"I've always thought some parts of the sunset were more indigo than others," whispered Hermione, sitting side-by-side with Ron on the edge of the river a few yards away from the tent, admiring the setting sun, declining under the horizon.
"It's still more purple to me," Ron battled.
"To each their own," said Hermione simply, before lying back on the back of the river, her hair fanning underneath her head.