RP: Warm out Here
Date: July 12, 1998
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place yard
Status: Private
Summary: Harry finds Hermione in the garden.
Completion: Complete
All in all, Harry's first summer not spent at the Dursleys or at the Burrow was proving uneventful. Not that this was a bad thing, as far as he was concerned; he'd had more than enough excitement in the past year and in the years previous. But just to shake things up a bit, he was looking forward to seeing if this internship thing panned out. This morning he'd looked over the forms he'd picked up on Monday; they were due next Friday, but he didn't want to risk losing a spot to anyone in case they were limited. Now that it seemed he had a chance to do what he wanted with his life, he found he didn't really want to waste it. And while Ministry work didn't appeal to him in general, the chance to be an Auror did, so he was willing to put in the grunt work and do whatever coursework was going to get him there.
He surfaced from the kitchen, crunching an apple. The house seemed pretty empty, not that that was difficult with three people in such a huge place, but he hadn't even seen Kreacher when he'd been in the kitchen. Looking out the window, he noted that the weather was actually not bad -- bit cloudy, but it looked warm. Taking a last huge bite, he finished his apple and chucked the core in a rubbish bin before he opened the back door and stepped outside.
Grimmauld Place had a relatively small backyard considering its size, which was probably to be expected in the city. It was large enough to house a small garden, a rather large tree under which it was nice to play chess or Snap at the small stone table under its shade, and a bed of flowers on the ground beneath the scullery window. Nothing like the Weasleys' backyard; there could be no Quiddich or anything here. But it was more than enough for them.
Hermione was sitting by the garden when he went out, quill in hand and a book in her lap. He crossed to her, and had already dropped down to the grass before he wondered whether she'd want him intruding on her quiet. "Hey," he said quietly, hesitant. "Er, you busy?"
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place yard
Status: Private
Summary: Harry finds Hermione in the garden.
Completion: Complete
All in all, Harry's first summer not spent at the Dursleys or at the Burrow was proving uneventful. Not that this was a bad thing, as far as he was concerned; he'd had more than enough excitement in the past year and in the years previous. But just to shake things up a bit, he was looking forward to seeing if this internship thing panned out. This morning he'd looked over the forms he'd picked up on Monday; they were due next Friday, but he didn't want to risk losing a spot to anyone in case they were limited. Now that it seemed he had a chance to do what he wanted with his life, he found he didn't really want to waste it. And while Ministry work didn't appeal to him in general, the chance to be an Auror did, so he was willing to put in the grunt work and do whatever coursework was going to get him there.
He surfaced from the kitchen, crunching an apple. The house seemed pretty empty, not that that was difficult with three people in such a huge place, but he hadn't even seen Kreacher when he'd been in the kitchen. Looking out the window, he noted that the weather was actually not bad -- bit cloudy, but it looked warm. Taking a last huge bite, he finished his apple and chucked the core in a rubbish bin before he opened the back door and stepped outside.
Grimmauld Place had a relatively small backyard considering its size, which was probably to be expected in the city. It was large enough to house a small garden, a rather large tree under which it was nice to play chess or Snap at the small stone table under its shade, and a bed of flowers on the ground beneath the scullery window. Nothing like the Weasleys' backyard; there could be no Quiddich or anything here. But it was more than enough for them.
Hermione was sitting by the garden when he went out, quill in hand and a book in her lap. He crossed to her, and had already dropped down to the grass before he wondered whether she'd want him intruding on her quiet. "Hey," he said quietly, hesitant. "Er, you busy?"