Post by Ron Weasley on Nov 14, 2007 19:53:54 GMT -5
character._ Hermione Granger
locale._ Muggle London
time._ Post-Hogwarts, one year
Hermione was sitting in a park, trying to forget that Ron wanted to meet her for lunch. Ever since they had 'graduated' and ever since the downfall of Voldemort, they had finally admitted to each other how they felt, and really, it had been wonderful. It had been hard to share their feelings before, considering the life-threatening situation, and in retrospect she would have rather known before they could have both died that he had loved her. Time, she learned, was limited and precious, and regardless of what was going on you had to make the time to appreciate those you loved. It was a lesson she learned almost too late, and one that she could have never learned from a book.
She was enjoing the sunshine, the rare moment of silence that fell on her ears. She was taking a break from her new job in the ministry, working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, where she spent hours doing everything she could to improve the quality of the lives of the creatures that the ministry deemed less-than-magical. It was hard work, but she enjoyed it, and Ron was pleased that she was doing what she wanted.
Supposedly she was meeting someone else here, before she went to a lunch with Ron. But where were they?
locale._ Muggle London
time._ Post-Hogwarts, one year
Hermione was sitting in a park, trying to forget that Ron wanted to meet her for lunch. Ever since they had 'graduated' and ever since the downfall of Voldemort, they had finally admitted to each other how they felt, and really, it had been wonderful. It had been hard to share their feelings before, considering the life-threatening situation, and in retrospect she would have rather known before they could have both died that he had loved her. Time, she learned, was limited and precious, and regardless of what was going on you had to make the time to appreciate those you loved. It was a lesson she learned almost too late, and one that she could have never learned from a book.
She was enjoing the sunshine, the rare moment of silence that fell on her ears. She was taking a break from her new job in the ministry, working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, where she spent hours doing everything she could to improve the quality of the lives of the creatures that the ministry deemed less-than-magical. It was hard work, but she enjoyed it, and Ron was pleased that she was doing what she wanted.
Supposedly she was meeting someone else here, before she went to a lunch with Ron. But where were they?