RP: Curiosity Killed the Cat
Date: Sunday, May 21, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape
Location: Shell Cottage, Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Minerva has some questions regarding the last few months
Completion: Complete
It was odd to wake up in the tiny bedroom at Shell Cottage again, especially after sleeping alone for the first time in nearly a year. It had been a restless night because it was too quiet. Had it really been only a few days ago that they had set off from here to break into Gringotts? Now, Voldemort was gone, many people were dead, and the war was mostly over.
Hermione couldn't really wrap her mind around everything yet. It had been two days since the Battle at Hogwarts, and she was still unable to properly analyze everything and make sense of it. Harry hadn't had a chance to finish telling them about what had happened, so there were still dozens of questions in her mind about that, and they had been so out of touch with the rest of the world for what felt like forever that it was taking time to find out what had happened during those months they'd been camping.
They have come back to Shell Cottage to spend the night after Ron returned to his family yesterday. Ginny was upset with him, and she could only hope that they were able to talk about it before it escalated into a terrible fight. There had been so much fighting lately, so much loss, that she was ready to not see anymore for a long while. She liked it here at Shell Cottage, with the sound of the sea always in the background, but it wasn't home. Nowhere was home right now, which left her feeling even more aimless and restless.
Instead of sitting outside waiting for Harry and Ron to join her so they could speak to Professor McGonagall, she should have been surrounded by books and papers as she took notes and made lists. There was so much to do, so much possibility for the future, but she couldn't bring herself to care yet. She was alive, and others were dead because the Horcruxes hadn't been found or destroyed fast enough. Logically, she knew it was silly to blame herself, because she certainly didn't blame Harry, and this was something that was just beyond any of their control, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking that she should have been smarter and should have researched more.
Of course, when her mind turned to 'should have', she thought about her parents, which was something she wasn't ready for yet. She knew she had to go get them from Australia and lift the enchantment and hope they'd understand why she'd done what she had, but there was so much else to do first. She couldn't bring them home until she was able to be around them more, after all. It was an excuse, a weak one at that, but it would do for now.
There really was too much that needed done in this world for her to run off for however long it took to get her parents settled again. Besides, she certainly couldn't afford the fare to Australia since she didn't have any money left from the little savings she'd brought along back in August.
It had been used up before they even left Grimmauld Place, so all she had now was books, clothes, and a few personal items that she'd secured in storage before she joined the Weasleys at the Burrow last July. It was basically worthless to anyone but her, so she had to find a job just to make it right now and save for the fare to go collect them since she doubted international Portkeys would be readily available any time soon.
When she heard people walking behind her, she looked away from the sea and focused on her boys. "Finally awake, I see," she said, smiling slightly. She became serious as she stood up and faced them. "Are we ready for McGonagall?"
Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape
Location: Shell Cottage, Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Minerva has some questions regarding the last few months
Completion: Complete
It was odd to wake up in the tiny bedroom at Shell Cottage again, especially after sleeping alone for the first time in nearly a year. It had been a restless night because it was too quiet. Had it really been only a few days ago that they had set off from here to break into Gringotts? Now, Voldemort was gone, many people were dead, and the war was mostly over.
Hermione couldn't really wrap her mind around everything yet. It had been two days since the Battle at Hogwarts, and she was still unable to properly analyze everything and make sense of it. Harry hadn't had a chance to finish telling them about what had happened, so there were still dozens of questions in her mind about that, and they had been so out of touch with the rest of the world for what felt like forever that it was taking time to find out what had happened during those months they'd been camping.
They have come back to Shell Cottage to spend the night after Ron returned to his family yesterday. Ginny was upset with him, and she could only hope that they were able to talk about it before it escalated into a terrible fight. There had been so much fighting lately, so much loss, that she was ready to not see anymore for a long while. She liked it here at Shell Cottage, with the sound of the sea always in the background, but it wasn't home. Nowhere was home right now, which left her feeling even more aimless and restless.
Instead of sitting outside waiting for Harry and Ron to join her so they could speak to Professor McGonagall, she should have been surrounded by books and papers as she took notes and made lists. There was so much to do, so much possibility for the future, but she couldn't bring herself to care yet. She was alive, and others were dead because the Horcruxes hadn't been found or destroyed fast enough. Logically, she knew it was silly to blame herself, because she certainly didn't blame Harry, and this was something that was just beyond any of their control, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking that she should have been smarter and should have researched more.
Of course, when her mind turned to 'should have', she thought about her parents, which was something she wasn't ready for yet. She knew she had to go get them from Australia and lift the enchantment and hope they'd understand why she'd done what she had, but there was so much else to do first. She couldn't bring them home until she was able to be around them more, after all. It was an excuse, a weak one at that, but it would do for now.
There really was too much that needed done in this world for her to run off for however long it took to get her parents settled again. Besides, she certainly couldn't afford the fare to Australia since she didn't have any money left from the little savings she'd brought along back in August.
It had been used up before they even left Grimmauld Place, so all she had now was books, clothes, and a few personal items that she'd secured in storage before she joined the Weasleys at the Burrow last July. It was basically worthless to anyone but her, so she had to find a job just to make it right now and save for the fare to go collect them since she doubted international Portkeys would be readily available any time soon.
When she heard people walking behind her, she looked away from the sea and focused on her boys. "Finally awake, I see," she said, smiling slightly. She became serious as she stood up and faced them. "Are we ready for McGonagall?"