One More Try
Title: One More Try
Author: firefly_124
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: G
Challenge: One last
Characters: Hermione, Severus
Summary: Previous drabbles in this series: The Ruse, Joining the Battle, Hidden and Sought, Moving On, The Next Step, and Meeting. Sorry it's taken so long to continue this!
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For the next three days, she checked the fake Galleon every hour, but the writing stayed unchanged.
On the fourth day, she felt it warm while she was in the middle of attempting to convince Ron that using his tongue like a propeller wasn’t the best way to snog. It was a welcome interruption.
“British Museum. Elgin. Three p.m.”
She smiled. Little risk of meeting Filch there. Few wizards seemed to have much interest in Muggle museums.
“Oy, why d’you want to go there?” Ron demanded.
“I didn’t say I wanted you with me.” She grabbed her bag and left.
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He stood contemplating the frieze before him, relic of a time when Muggles knew of the existence of centaurs. Would she come?
“Sir.”
Yes.
He removed a key bearing the number 432 from the pocket of his worn Muggle trousers. She accepted it with a questioning look.
“I require … funds. Sufficient to purchase a one-way aeroplane ticket to Australia and a bit to get started with.”
“I see.” She nodded and slipped the key into her pocket, her eyes full of questions he was surprised she did not ask. “Tomorrow. Check your Galleon.”
With a curt nod, he left.
Author: firefly_124
Team Name: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: G
Challenge: One last
Characters: Hermione, Severus
Summary: Previous drabbles in this series: The Ruse, Joining the Battle, Hidden and Sought, Moving On, The Next Step, and Meeting. Sorry it's taken so long to continue this!
~*~
For the next three days, she checked the fake Galleon every hour, but the writing stayed unchanged.
On the fourth day, she felt it warm while she was in the middle of attempting to convince Ron that using his tongue like a propeller wasn’t the best way to snog. It was a welcome interruption.
“British Museum. Elgin. Three p.m.”
She smiled. Little risk of meeting Filch there. Few wizards seemed to have much interest in Muggle museums.
“Oy, why d’you want to go there?” Ron demanded.
“I didn’t say I wanted you with me.” She grabbed her bag and left.
~*~
He stood contemplating the frieze before him, relic of a time when Muggles knew of the existence of centaurs. Would she come?
“Sir.”
Yes.
He removed a key bearing the number 432 from the pocket of his worn Muggle trousers. She accepted it with a questioning look.
“I require … funds. Sufficient to purchase a one-way aeroplane ticket to Australia and a bit to get started with.”
“I see.” She nodded and slipped the key into her pocket, her eyes full of questions he was surprised she did not ask. “Tomorrow. Check your Galleon.”
With a curt nod, he left.