RP: Learning From George
Date: Thursday, October 13, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, George Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: George gives Hermione a lesson
Completion: Incomplete
George would arrive any moment now. Dinner was over, dishes put away, and Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of pumpkin juice waiting for her guest. She hadn't exactly been sure what to wear for their lesson, so she'd settled on a T-shirt and a pair of walking shorts. It was warm in the house, at least, so she wasn't cold, but she still wondered if track pants wouldn't have been better. She could always change if George said shorts weren't appropriate.
When she'd seen self-defense classes on the telly in films, there was usually a lot of movement with kicking and hitting, so she'd wanted something comfortable. There was a part of her that was worried about these lessons. She honestly thought they would be good for her, and she'd even looked at a Muggle class but it was bloody expensive and the hours had been bad for her schedule. She thought that she'd feel more secure being out if she knew she could protect herself, even without a wand.
If she ever found herself in that sort of situation again, she wanted to know how to fight off her attacker. She needed that knowledge, even if it meant doing something physical like learning how to fight. It was good of George to offer to teach her, and she was relieved that she'd be learning from someone she trusted more than most people in her life. She didn't trust him enough to eat any sort of food he offered her or let him get her a drink, but she knew he'd not hurt her intentionally or treat this like a joke when she was serious.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly eight, so he should be arriving soon. While she waited, she sipped her pumpkin juice and tried to remember what she'd seen about self-defense in the past so she'd be somewhat prepared.
Characters: Hermione Granger, George Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: George gives Hermione a lesson
Completion: Incomplete
George would arrive any moment now. Dinner was over, dishes put away, and Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of pumpkin juice waiting for her guest. She hadn't exactly been sure what to wear for their lesson, so she'd settled on a T-shirt and a pair of walking shorts. It was warm in the house, at least, so she wasn't cold, but she still wondered if track pants wouldn't have been better. She could always change if George said shorts weren't appropriate.
When she'd seen self-defense classes on the telly in films, there was usually a lot of movement with kicking and hitting, so she'd wanted something comfortable. There was a part of her that was worried about these lessons. She honestly thought they would be good for her, and she'd even looked at a Muggle class but it was bloody expensive and the hours had been bad for her schedule. She thought that she'd feel more secure being out if she knew she could protect herself, even without a wand.
If she ever found herself in that sort of situation again, she wanted to know how to fight off her attacker. She needed that knowledge, even if it meant doing something physical like learning how to fight. It was good of George to offer to teach her, and she was relieved that she'd be learning from someone she trusted more than most people in her life. She didn't trust him enough to eat any sort of food he offered her or let him get her a drink, but she knew he'd not hurt her intentionally or treat this like a joke when she was serious.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly eight, so he should be arriving soon. While she waited, she sipped her pumpkin juice and tried to remember what she'd seen about self-defense in the past so she'd be somewhat prepared.