The preserve, Monday late afternoon
Hermione had gone to run some errands, but on her way back finds that she's okay with still walking. It's cold outside, but she's getting used to it and she really hasn't been outdoors much. Plus it gives her time to think that she ordinarily doesn't get because she's too busy studying or giving herself another little project to work on.
The time spent lost in thought is probably how she ends up in the preserve. It's really very pretty, with the snow, and she just walks for a little while, enjoying it... and then realizes she's not exactly sure where she is. She immediately stops and turns back to retrace her steps, but she doesn't notice the one branch sticking out just enough for her to trip over. She hits the ground, not hard, but lands hands-first at an angle that she just wants to check and make sure her wrists and hands are okay. She pulls herself up to her knees to take her gloves off, rolling her wrists and making sure nothing hurts. Satisfied with the result, she puts both gloves in one hand and uses the other to hold onto a tree to help herself up-
There's a quick little pinching sensation, just enough to make her hiss through her teeth a little, and when she pulls her hand away she notices the little greenish spot on the tree right where her hand had been. To her surprise, it kind of sees to inch away. Huh.
Hermione rubs at her hand, just to make sure she doesn't have any splinters of wood there, and shakes her head. She must have just scraped it. Shrugging, she continues following her footsteps until she can find her way back to the dorms.
[Establishy only.]
The time spent lost in thought is probably how she ends up in the preserve. It's really very pretty, with the snow, and she just walks for a little while, enjoying it... and then realizes she's not exactly sure where she is. She immediately stops and turns back to retrace her steps, but she doesn't notice the one branch sticking out just enough for her to trip over. She hits the ground, not hard, but lands hands-first at an angle that she just wants to check and make sure her wrists and hands are okay. She pulls herself up to her knees to take her gloves off, rolling her wrists and making sure nothing hurts. Satisfied with the result, she puts both gloves in one hand and uses the other to hold onto a tree to help herself up-
There's a quick little pinching sensation, just enough to make her hiss through her teeth a little, and when she pulls her hand away she notices the little greenish spot on the tree right where her hand had been. To her surprise, it kind of sees to inch away. Huh.
Hermione rubs at her hand, just to make sure she doesn't have any splinters of wood there, and shakes her head. She must have just scraped it. Shrugging, she continues following her footsteps until she can find her way back to the dorms.
[Establishy only.]