Present-RP & OWLS: Unpacking and a bushel of letters (Harry Potter, former Gryffs of his age-group)

[profpotter]

DATE/TIME: 21 June 2007 (late evening)
CHARACTERS: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Fred & George & Charlie Weasley, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Oliver Wood, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell
PLACE: Harry's new Professor's Quarters at Hogwarts, wherever it is everyone else may be
RATING: G
STATUS: Complete

Harry Potter, almost 27-years-

Comments

[post_scriptums]

Hermione pursed her lips as she saw Harry's reply. She went and wrote several pages of an owl as a response, and, as always, typical Harry went and replied with two lines.

And he didn't even address the main issue here. Trying to ignore the smile playing on her lips at what he'd had to say, she shook her head and dipped her quill in the ink bottle next to her desk.

Harry,

Once again, you have become the master of ignoring all the details that I meant for you to pay attention to in my several-page letter and focusing, instead, on one tiny mention of you taking me to go dancing and it's so irritating that it's almost cute, well, irritating. Owls everywhere, people screaming at me from all sides about this and that and that bloody tournament, and, really, I don't have time for this. I really don't. Dinner, sure, but don't expect me to be in a good mood in the least. At least then you won't be able to avoid the real topic of interest here.

And, well, sure, we can go dancing. It's been a while since we've gone - you know how much I enjoy swing dancing. We should see if anyone else would like to come out and join us - it's been a while since either of us has done any socializing.

Don't mind your owls, just the others - particularly the one that just relieved itself on my desk,
Hermione

[profpotter]

'Mione, how about next week some time? There's a great spot in London - not too far from the flat, though you know I won't dance unless you get me good and drunk - and then you had better plan to take advantage. I don't want to be a cheap date, after all.

And of course I'm the Master of all that and what not - keeps you smiling in the middle of all that owl poo hitting the fan (or, rather, your desk)... Doesn't it?

Flix sends you a stuck out tongue and asks if you'll be bringing that entertaining furball to dinner on Saturday (I can only assume he means Crookshanks),
Harry

[post_scriptums]

Cheap date... Hermione had to laugh at the thought. As if.

Harry,

Next week would work - maybe by then I'll be less overflowing with madness and owls and owl discharge here and feeling more like a human being and, oh god, I miss swing dancing with you. You better cooperate, you hear? I don't care if you feel like you're being publicly humiliated, I want you dancing and, preferably if you're not drunk because then you'll get all the steps wrong!

You would never be a cheap date for anyone - and especially not for me. You made that perfectly clear that we're not in any way, shape, or form dating in front of that reporter for the Prophet last week.

Yes, I would never contest your place as master of that, ever. Miraculously keep me smiling, yes. Thank you for that - I feel like I'm going mental here.

I can bring Crookshanks if you won't mind him there too much - Flix doesn't have to attend dinner, and you can tell him that, too!
Hermione

[profpotter]

Hermione-
Do I detect a bit of sarcasm in your letter? Or maybe you just really do miss me? I'll dance, but I can't promise it'll be pretty! Or maybe it's a little bit of... embarassment? I'm sorry the Prophet is such a pain about us - you know I've tried to talk to them about it before, but really they've been on the story of who I'm on with for fifteen years now, it's not as if we can expect them to change their minds anytime soon. If that means you want to be out less, that's fine, but don't be upset with me for it, all right?

I do hope the owls have calmed down, and I'll be sure Flix is safely locked away - I don't like the way he eyes you sometimes.
Protectively,
Harry

[post_scriptums]

Harry,

No sarcasm at all intended. You know me. You dance wonderfully; don't deny it.

Out even less than this? Ha, Harry, I think that's right impossible. It's fine, I don't mind. Just makes me wonder sometimes whether I am so embarrassing to be seen out in public with, given how vehemently you always deny the claims.

They've calmed down a bit. Doesn't mean that that makes my life any easier just now.

Well, he's a snake - you might as well crown him King of the Slytherins. I wouldn't be surprised if he had some motives he wouldn't want you to know about...
Suspicious of motives,
Hermione

[profpotter]

Hermione,
Lets meet up before the big crowd. Free for drinks Friday night? We can do the Three Broomsticks if you like, or I can come out to London. And if you're suspecting Flix's motives, I'm definitely going to have to have a talk with him - no more sliding up your arm and trying to cozy up to you on my watch. Snake or not, it's not allowed.

See you at the Broomsticks, eh? We'll get you all calmed down and you can tell me all about the uproar you're on now, and we can figure out what to do about those dolts at the Ministry, I promise I'll try and help.
Harry

[post_scriptums]

Harry,

Sounds like a plan! I could use a break from work most certainly! Three Broomsticks is fine... unless you're doubting my apparating abilities now!

I think Flix is fine as long as he doesn't slither anywhere else, haha.

Looking forward to it,
Hermione