Hermione Granger was nervous, moving in with a friend of a friend, a Mr. Blaise Zabini. Theo had assured her they would get along as they worked in similar circles. Mr. Zabini wrote articles for the arithmancy papers and Hermione wrote for a notable runes journal when they deemed her articles acceptable. They were arguing over her quality of opinion as a hedge born witch, that is transgender in terms her modern muggle parents knew. Arguing that the translations were biased.
Her parents knew Hermione was special as a child and hadn't fought hard when she revealed her true self nor when she was told she was a witch, surprised to see her new name on the acceptance letter for Hogwarts.
If Theo thought Mr. Zabini would understand, then she had no doubts.
She approached the door, a nice old Victorian built house in the Lake District, and knocked. THe door opened to reveal a smooth faced man with dark skin and light green eyes.
"Welcome, you must be Ms. Granger. Come in, come in." He smoked a thin hand rolled cigarette that smelled of cloves.
He grabbed her suitcase and guided her through the house, narrating what was where as he moved. He gave her a kind smile in the first bedroom on the left at the top of the stairs and told her she would be welcome to borrow the typewriter as needed when he wasn't using it for his own papers. She gave him a weary smile and sat down on the mattress as soon as he gave her a nod and left in a trail of clove smoke.
Taking a deep breath, she began to unpack and slipped from her closed travel robes into a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a nicer looking soft t-shirt. Then she fished out her house slippers and went downstairs in search of the kitchen. Blaise stood in front of the stove cooking what appeared to be grilled cheese sandwiches while a pot of tomato soup heated on the back burner.
He turned at some noise she must have made and cursed as he singed his palm on the hot frying pan. "I thought you might be hungry."
"I was, thank you." She paused, "Can I help?"
He smiled, looking beautiful. "Why don't you grab plates? That cabinet there." He gestured over his shoulder.
She smiled back shyly and went to the cabinet mentioned. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. If nothing else, she'd have good company.