MCA #6- Friday morning
Hermione had been back for a couple days, collected poor Crookshanks from Belle, gone in to work handwavily to catch up on things, and basically done everything she could to keep herself too busy to read the letter.
It wasn't that she didn't want to read it, but she knew what it must be about, and she was... apprehensive. She was still trying to work through why exactly she'd done the stupidest thing she'd ever done by going back to London, therefore there was apprehension involved here.
This morning she'd fed Crookshanks and made him cuddle because she still felt badly about leaving him, and set up a few cleaning spells for an apartment that didn't need to be cleaned any further, and then she realized she had nothing else to do and had run out of excuses. So she finally picked the letter up from where it'd been sitting right in the middle of her coffee table and sat down to read.
These weren't tears, really. Some dust must have gotten into her eye.
It wasn't that she didn't want to read it, but she knew what it must be about, and she was... apprehensive. She was still trying to work through why exactly she'd done the stupidest thing she'd ever done by going back to London, therefore there was apprehension involved here.
This morning she'd fed Crookshanks and made him cuddle because she still felt badly about leaving him, and set up a few cleaning spells for an apartment that didn't need to be cleaned any further, and then she realized she had nothing else to do and had run out of excuses. So she finally picked the letter up from where it'd been sitting right in the middle of her coffee table and sat down to read.
These weren't tears, really. Some dust must have gotten into her eye.