Moving On
Title: Moving On
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: G
Challenge: decorating challenge
Characters: Severus, Hermione
Warning: DH spoilers, follows previous DH drabbles here and here
To call the cabin Spartan would be akin to calling Malfoy Manor “sort of fancy.” It served its purpose, no more.
It had been a week. Tomorrow, he should move on.
He drained his tea, cleaned his sole cup, and dressed for bed. Long-familiar wand movements reinforced the Protective Charms, ensuring a safe night’s rest.
Next to his pallet, a small box served as a nightstand. Inside it, the sole decorative item to be found. As each night, he opened the box and stared at the piece of gold for a moment.
He closed the box and went to sleep.
~ ~ ~
Months of camping, and suddenly Grimmauld Place seemed luxurious. Kreacher seemed annoyed that she wanted to put the library to rights herself, but she had insisted. He could decorate the rest of the house to his heart’s content. This was her realm.
Carefully passing a cloth over the spine of this shelf’s last book, she noticed it was a grimoire of Dark Potions. Looking at it, she wondered if she should tell Harry.
The Galleon in her pocket had not warmed. He didn’t want to be found. He could be anywhere.
Sighing, she set the book back on the shelf.
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: G
Challenge: decorating challenge
Characters: Severus, Hermione
Warning: DH spoilers, follows previous DH drabbles here and here
To call the cabin Spartan would be akin to calling Malfoy Manor “sort of fancy.” It served its purpose, no more.
It had been a week. Tomorrow, he should move on.
He drained his tea, cleaned his sole cup, and dressed for bed. Long-familiar wand movements reinforced the Protective Charms, ensuring a safe night’s rest.
Next to his pallet, a small box served as a nightstand. Inside it, the sole decorative item to be found. As each night, he opened the box and stared at the piece of gold for a moment.
He closed the box and went to sleep.
~ ~ ~
Months of camping, and suddenly Grimmauld Place seemed luxurious. Kreacher seemed annoyed that she wanted to put the library to rights herself, but she had insisted. He could decorate the rest of the house to his heart’s content. This was her realm.
Carefully passing a cloth over the spine of this shelf’s last book, she noticed it was a grimoire of Dark Potions. Looking at it, she wondered if she should tell Harry.
The Galleon in her pocket had not warmed. He didn’t want to be found. He could be anywhere.
Sighing, she set the book back on the shelf.