Hermione and Lisa cross paths.
Lisa didn't have a habit of wandering around the grounds of Hogwarts. Truth be told, she tended to stay in her room for long periods of time and think. Sometimes about nothing at all, and other times she thought about that place she'd escaped. It seemed like a lifetime ago. But it was only months since she'd escaped Goyle and found herself with the others that had also, by some luck, managed to escape.
And when she wasn't in her room thinking too hard or not thinking enough, she tried to be productive. But this afternoon, she couldn't seem to stay still. She felt restless, and she knew it was for no reason. Her freedom hadn't been endangered since she'd nearly killed herself to get to Hogwarts, and she highly doubted she was in any danger now.
Her feet seemed to move on her own, and she couldn't be bothered to care, just wanting to do something. Of course, she probably shouldn't have been surprised to find herself standing in front of the school library. It made sense in a way. She entered slowly, and tried not to think about her days at Hogwarts, where the war didn't seem to have anything to do with her, and the most important thing she had to look forward to were her classes.
She'd thought she'd be the only one walking around; she had no idea what Parvati did all day, and Hermione had started a habit of not leaving her room since Bill went back to Lucius Malfoy. The thought of ever returning to Gregory Goyle sent a chill down her spine. As it was, it didn't look as if Hermione had been taking the best care of herself.
"I thought I'd be the only one in need of a book." Lisa said, her voice only just audible as she neared Hermione.
And when she wasn't in her room thinking too hard or not thinking enough, she tried to be productive. But this afternoon, she couldn't seem to stay still. She felt restless, and she knew it was for no reason. Her freedom hadn't been endangered since she'd nearly killed herself to get to Hogwarts, and she highly doubted she was in any danger now.
Her feet seemed to move on her own, and she couldn't be bothered to care, just wanting to do something. Of course, she probably shouldn't have been surprised to find herself standing in front of the school library. It made sense in a way. She entered slowly, and tried not to think about her days at Hogwarts, where the war didn't seem to have anything to do with her, and the most important thing she had to look forward to were her classes.
She'd thought she'd be the only one walking around; she had no idea what Parvati did all day, and Hermione had started a habit of not leaving her room since Bill went back to Lucius Malfoy. The thought of ever returning to Gregory Goyle sent a chill down her spine. As it was, it didn't look as if Hermione had been taking the best care of herself.
"I thought I'd be the only one in need of a book." Lisa said, her voice only just audible as she neared Hermione.