RP: Grim Old Place
Date: May 22, 1998
Character(s): The Trio
Location: Number twelve Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: The Trio get used to their new (old) place, and talk funeral plans.
Completion: Complete
"Shoes off, Master Harry, if you please. Kreacher has only just tidied the parlor."
Harry glanced back at Kreacher, but toed off his trainers as he made his way into the parlor and took a seat on a huge chintz ottoman. He still hadn't worked out how Kreacher managed to be so bossy and still did most of the work round the house. Maybe it was an elf thing.
It was their second night at Grimmauld Place, and they were settling in pretty well, or, at least Harry thought they were. With Ron unable to sleep at the Burrow, it had seemed the best option to just come here. Bill and Fleur had been nice enough to them already, but they couldn't stay there indefinitely, and it hadn't occurred to either of them not to be together. At least, it hadn't occurred to Harry. He hadn't had anywhere else to go, really, and didn't think he could have lived here alone.
He reached over onto a side table to pick up a few leaves of parchment that hadn't been there before, lifting a brow as he scanned them. So this was what Hermione had been working on all morning with Kreacher. The charts were color coded according to chore and day. Harry'd rather thought the schedule thing didn't apply when they weren't actually at school. But it was almost comforting. He smiled a little and passed one up to Ron, who'd just walked past on his way to take a seat.
"We've got gifts," he said. "Chore charts, or some such. Looks like I've got kitchen duty."
As Hermione came in he peered up at her, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "And dust duty, it seems."
Character(s): The Trio
Location: Number twelve Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: The Trio get used to their new (old) place, and talk funeral plans.
Completion: Complete
"Shoes off, Master Harry, if you please. Kreacher has only just tidied the parlor."
Harry glanced back at Kreacher, but toed off his trainers as he made his way into the parlor and took a seat on a huge chintz ottoman. He still hadn't worked out how Kreacher managed to be so bossy and still did most of the work round the house. Maybe it was an elf thing.
It was their second night at Grimmauld Place, and they were settling in pretty well, or, at least Harry thought they were. With Ron unable to sleep at the Burrow, it had seemed the best option to just come here. Bill and Fleur had been nice enough to them already, but they couldn't stay there indefinitely, and it hadn't occurred to either of them not to be together. At least, it hadn't occurred to Harry. He hadn't had anywhere else to go, really, and didn't think he could have lived here alone.
He reached over onto a side table to pick up a few leaves of parchment that hadn't been there before, lifting a brow as he scanned them. So this was what Hermione had been working on all morning with Kreacher. The charts were color coded according to chore and day. Harry'd rather thought the schedule thing didn't apply when they weren't actually at school. But it was almost comforting. He smiled a little and passed one up to Ron, who'd just walked past on his way to take a seat.
"We've got gifts," he said. "Chore charts, or some such. Looks like I've got kitchen duty."
As Hermione came in he peered up at her, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "And dust duty, it seems."