Closed RP: Chinchillas and Commiseration (Lezard/Hermione)
Earlier that week, Hermione had arranged with Lezard to meet in her office to discuss her upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class. And, in fact, she did have a pile of notes on her desk. But at the appointed time, she was distracted by one of Amaranth's invitations to the impromptu Turlough-Hagrid wedding shower. She was pacing her office, clenching her hands around the piece of parchment as if, by trying to wad it up into a small enough piece, it would disappear.
She wasn't entirely sure what to do about Hagrid's surprise nuptials though. The library had proved useless, especially after she'd spoken with hagrid and learned that, no, the wedding had not been his idea. Once more, she found that she'd promised to help Hagrid out of his scrape.
The question was, of course, how she would do that. There didn't seem to be much one could do against the machinations of the sorting hat.
Which wasn't to say she wasn't fully intending to try. She wished Harry and Ron were here to offer up some assistance. She could have used their advice.
A knock sounded on the door and she whirled, startled, nearly tripping over her extra chair.
"Come in," she called, raking her fingers distractedly through her hair. Only then did she remember her prior commitment with Lezard. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself and put on a professional expression. She suspected it hadn't worked.
She wasn't entirely sure what to do about Hagrid's surprise nuptials though. The library had proved useless, especially after she'd spoken with hagrid and learned that, no, the wedding had not been his idea. Once more, she found that she'd promised to help Hagrid out of his scrape.
The question was, of course, how she would do that. There didn't seem to be much one could do against the machinations of the sorting hat.
Which wasn't to say she wasn't fully intending to try. She wished Harry and Ron were here to offer up some assistance. She could have used their advice.
A knock sounded on the door and she whirled, startled, nearly tripping over her extra chair.
"Come in," she called, raking her fingers distractedly through her hair. Only then did she remember her prior commitment with Lezard. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself and put on a professional expression. She suspected it hadn't worked.