Uncharacteristically Tangent

[morsus_et_mors]

Date: Thursday, January 4
Time: Snowy morning
Location: Hogsmeade
Characters Involved: Montague Morsus and Hermione Granger
Rating: PG-13, not less.

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[thelastgranger]

The boy stumbled, looking frightened, right into Hermione’s legs, her hand instantly grasping his shoulder to ensure he wouldn’t stumble. He looked terrified and Hermione would have asked if her were okay, but he was muttering apologies and bolting around her down the road. Quirking an eyebrow, she looked up into the his face, and the answer to her question

[morsus_et_mors]

As in any classic comedy-drama novel, Montague's evil deed had been countered by that of a kind 'fairy', and he felt the urge to roll his eyes at how predictable this all was going. A few steps toward him, and the girl would admonish him for being so cruel with the children, and wave an index finger at him, putting him to shame. Then they would get into a verbal fight and her rosy cheeks would get dark red in anger, and all would be fun and amusing

[thelastgranger]

"Fair enough. Although I've found when children are permitted to be children, they're less likely to act so in later life." She said, eyes affectionately scanning the crowd, remembering a time she'd have glared at those running and playing, as if it offended her, secretly jealous of course.

Burying her hands in her pockets, Hermione looked up into his smirking face with controlled neutrality. "A short walk took a long detour." She explained, gesturing to the castle looming behind them in the distance.

"Not a fan of winter myself, too much hassle, layers and mess. But it's undeniably beautiful." The snow resting in the gutters of the shop they were stopped in front of took that moment to litter her with soft yet freezing snow flakes, picked up by a breeze. Giving her head a shake, cold droplets already sliding down her neck. "Pretty, not practical.

“What about you? What brings you out amongst all this, Mr Morsus?”

[morsus_et_mors]

The girl had a point, Montague thought, although not quite shocking enough for him to consider it at full length. Shrugging, he nodded as if in agreement, but more likely in dischargement of the argument. "I suppose," he added. He was not exactly interested in what transpired with the children-- if it were in his powers, he'd go as far as prohibiting families at all.

"Although, sharing my personal observations, children grow up into much more interesting individuals when they are not pampered and surrounded by all that... glitter that some call family," Montague continued, despite his earlier decision not to pursue that exact line of conversation. He smiled coldly, extending his hand to shake off some of the larger snowflakes that got stuck in Hermione's hair