Owl: Hermione Granger

[so_harry]

Two months.

From two weeks to two months and all thanks to closing the Burning Man case.

He understood, he did. But he didn't like it. What the bloody hell was he going to do with himself for two months? He sighed, crawling onto his bed with a piece of parchment and a quill.

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[hermioneee]

[Written on very impressive Wizengamot letterhead]

[so_harry]

Harry had been half asleep, his glasses askew as he heard a tapping on his window. Two letters came at once, one of them his own parchment to Hermione. Only Pig came through the window, flittering around like the twittering animal it was.

Between both, he felt oddly confused.

Sensitivity training?

He grabbed his quill, writing on the back of the official Wizengamot notice.

H-

Don't you think that's a joke in poor taste?

-HP

[hermioneee]

Hermione scowled.

Harry,
Why on earth would I joke about that?

Best,
Hermione

[so_harry]

Well. That certainly wasn't the answer he was looking for. He looked back down at the notice, taking in the words. Sensitivity training. Fuck.

H-

Well, fuck. Guess no one else but me thought the bloke had it coming.

-HP