Cheer someone up
post-Hogwarts

Ronald, she decided, needed a bit of cheering up. It wasn't that was sad necessarily, but perhaps a little smothered. He and Ginny were the only one living at the Burrow. Ginny was busy, Quidditch and Harry and all. But, Ronald? Smothered. Mrs. Weasley had taken it upon herself to attempt to teach poor ickle Ronnikins to knit.

Cooking wasn't her precise forte in life, but she was rather good at potions, so recipes were not incredibly difficult to master. She thought dinner away from his mum might lift his spirits a bit - or, at the very least, allow to him properly digest something without twitching every time his mum spoke. She kept an eye on the clock - and, on a certain, fluffy cat who was pacing for food to drop from the counter. Ron was supposed to be there at 6:00.

She had been busy most of the afternoon, cleaning up the flat a bit, finding the right recipes and such. She set her small table with the dishes her Mum bought as a flat-warming gift; she'd yet to actually use them. A small grin spread across her features when the oven ticked to alert her the cooking time had elapsed. She positively beamed with how pretty her casserole had turned out. She made sure there was tea and a wee basket of bread on the table. Dessert was on stand-by in the refrigerator, ready to pop in the oven.

When she heard the familiar timid knock at the door, she grinned and ushered Crookshanks into the study where he wouldn't bother Ron. She still had the soft blue apron around her waist when she opened the door, but she knew he wouldn't mind - she knew he'd smell food and be absolutely beside himself.

Current Mood: accomplished

OOC: Are we still using T_FEN for intros and what not? It looked a wee dead to me, so hopefully this will do. Anyway, it's Nic! I'm back! YAAAY! Denny will be back shortly - he's got some mad cow to deal with. The Hermione journal is going to be a work in progress while I make a new layout and such, so....please be patient while I get things organized again. I missed lots of people, so I decided to come back. <3

post-Hogwarts, random

She stayed gone longer than planned. Isn't that how it goes - well, how it should go? Weekend getaway turned to vacation to sabbatical to life hiatus. She finished her seventh year properly, passed her N.E.W.T. examinations, and decided to take a short break.

Her parents had actually grown fond of Australia while they were temporarily re-located and decided it would be nice to take a proper family vacation before their darling daughter went out into the working world of wizards and witches. No magic, they pleaded; they understood as best they could, but they could see the tension in Hermione's features and felt a break from all such things would be best.

She flew on a plane, which she found profoundly better than a broomstick though it was a long flight to the sandy shores of Australia. It was nice to be away from the re-building of the wizarding community, just for a bit, just long enough to breathe without worry. Her ministry job would start in September, and while spending the summer in her parents' vacation house - well, their temporary home that they couldn't see giving up once their memories were restored - was a lovely escape, she knew she had things to attend to.

She came home to a pile of letters, via owl, and loads of voicemail. She had only told a few people she was leaving, even fewer when she was coming back. The trouble with escape is how to fit back into the snug routines of before. Un-packing and settling back in seemed to be the hardest part.

She gave a wistful glance at the key hanging over the edge of her mirror on a long, black thread; Loki, she thought, and nearly dared to touch it but shook her head instead...it had been too long, and she didn't want to disturb him. There were many friends she didn't want to disturb but found herself missing dreadfully. She sent an owl to Alan, deciding not to apparate as it tended to highly annoy and frighten him. She left Murph a voicemail and tried not to think of the trouble he could be in. George was the one she missed most of all, but...that was a tricky matter.

With owls and voicemails sent out, she sat on the floor next to Crookshanks who didn't take to flying in a carry-on cage in the rear of the plane - Hermione quickly discovered it wasn't possible to completely tranquilize a half-Kneazle beast of a cat. She had been trying to make it up to him - catnip, treats, toys...none of which pleased the presently ill-tempered cat. Brushing seemed to ease the temper to mild annoyance, so she settled down on the carpet next to Crookshanks and brushed his bushy fur despite his low grumble. She glanced at her phone, then to her window, waiting for the phone to ring or her owl to fly back, or for someone to stop by.

Current Mood: cheerful

Under what circumstances, if any, is it okay to break the law?

post-Hogwarts

I believe everything has a proper time and place – under certain sets of circumstances, rules must be broken. I do presently work for the Ministry of Magic so it’s highly unlikely that I would do something with legal repercussions at this moment. But, there have been moments when I’ve been placed in situations where the wrong answer is the only right one. When Voldemort returned, a lot of laws and rules were absolutely tossed out the window, because they had to be. We were children, fighting a grown-up war, and you can’t maintain every rule in the book during that.

It wasn’t so long ago, not really. I doubt highly that the memories will ever fade completely. I remember that moment just before I placed a charm on my parents to change their identities and memories; I couldn’t sit there and let them be killed, they didn’t have powers or any way of defending themselves. It wasn’t the right answer, but it was the best one at the time. They came home, safe and sound, and the end result is what matters. That year was so painful but necessary – there wasn’t a way to avoid it, to sit back and be uninvolved, and truly, I wouldn’t have wanted it that way. We didn’t go to Hogwarts for our seventh year. We spent the year running, chasing horcruxes, trying to both avoid and end trouble at the same time. I could easily go through the books here and compile a list of things that were done that we had no choice about. My parents had this little pun they used to say when I was little, a pun because they’re dentists – in a bad situation, we’re all like wee tubes of toothpaste; when squeezed, the real version of ourselves comes out.

The war is over. There are far more inexcusable things done by Voldemort – things we can’t go back and change, people who were killed for no reason whatsoever. I did what was necessary, and if a dark time such as that should come again, I would break whatever laws that had to be broken, with no hesitation. We’ve all grieved and worked so endlessly to start anew, and I truly believe that no wizard like Voldemort will ever come to such power again. But if it happens, then it would be perfectly okay to break the law.


cross-posted to theatrical_muse

AU-verse
fifth year

It didn't make any sense.

There aren't many things that can go over Hermione Granger's head, aside from Quidditch and anything Trelawney teaches (it's that she's unwilling to learn the subject matter, not incapable, thereby it goes over her head by her own accord). But, this bit of nonsense is simply that - it makes no sense to her, whatsoever.

Murph and Fred appeared to be perfectly content and happy and... normal. Well, as close to normal as anyone can expect, because honestly, they both tend to be positively mental. But, out of the blue, Fred said it was over, leaving Murph feeling discarded and displaced. Murph didn't say it in those words precisely. It came out in the forlorn look in his eye, the sniffles, and the apparent crying in his sleep - which she found out courtesy of George.

Somehow this would work out. It had to.

She sneaks into the secret passageway they discovered not so long ago. Both of the twins happen to be in detention - though, she warned George about testing new products in Snape's class. Fred could serve detention for all she cares, but George... well, she'd deal with him later. Besides, George has enough to handle with the Fred side of things. And the Murph side of things, which is why she's sneaking in to pay Murph a visit.

"There's a half-Kneazle beast who wants to see you," she says sweetly as she slips into the dormitory, toting her over sized feline companion. "There's a study that says petting a feline can help reduce your stress and also aid in relieving emotional distress. So, Crookies is here to make you better."

Current Mood: distressed

Someone left me an anonymous gift!

Current Mood: cheerful

Is trickster_loki hiding?

Oh, Loki. . .

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Current Mood: chipper

mind_the_muse :: People always called me...


People always called me a know-it-all, which in retrospect is kind of amusing. I've always been very booksmart – that just comes naturally to me, and so I can spout of facts on just about any subject, work out problems, what have you. But, there are plenty of things that I never saw coming, never knew would work out the way they did.

For instance, Viktor Krum? Never in a million years did I see that coming. I thought Ronald was laughable about his infatuation for the bloke, but I never thought I'd see him as this rather nice, relatively normal guy who was perfectly sweet and kind to me.

And, during the year that Ronald and I went searching for horcruxes with Harry? There were plenty of things that I didn't understand or even anticipate. There were so many peculiar things just thrown out of absolutely nowhere. Ideas that I actually believed to be textbook and correct didn't always turn out to be. But then, there are so many things tied to Voldemort that I didn't know a thing about. I didn't know the trophy would end up being a portkey – if I was truly such a know-it-all, then perhaps I would have noticed things that were odd, maybe could have somehow impacted that outcome. Harry's gone through so much, and I've done so little to help him – I'm there, of course, but I mean that there are so many things that I truly don't know about. There are only so many things written in textbooks.

But, the thing that I truly didn't know-it-all about was Ronald. That didn't hit me until much later. I could hardly stand him in our first year. And, we were usually having a row more often than not for the majority of our schooling. It took until perhaps the end of our sixth year before I actually considered that I might think of him differently that I thought of Harry. There were moments of strange feelings before that, certainly, but it wasn't so strong until about that time. Looking back though, I feel like I just should've known the moment I met him. But the subject of me and Ronald is anything but textbook!

Current Mood: amused

eclecticmuses :: I turned on the light, and. . .


I turned on the light, and I had absolutely every intention of cleaning the flat. I’d just gotten home from work, and Crookshanks was meowing his welcome and request for food. Oh, the joys of domesticity. It’s not so much that it was dreadfully messy, but their were dishes to be washed, clothes to be put away, just the general bits of tidying up. But, once I’d fed Crooks and sat down on the sofa, I had absolutely no urge whatsoever to tidy up. It’s the book on the coffee table that’s to blame. If it hadn’t been sitting there, then perhaps I would’ve done something productive – cleaned a bit, watched something on the telly, phoned Harry – but no, I instead settled down into the soft cushions and started to read.

Oh, I was well aware that I happened to be turning into something of a crazy cat lady, as I come home from work, speak to and feed the feline companion, then spend my evening buried in a book. However, in my defense, it was an excellent bit of literature that I’ve yet to finish. I believe I must’ve just sat there for a hour or so without moving except to turn the pages – the cat pawed at me for a bit of attention, but he trotted off, assuming me to be too engrossed to notice him, which was true. Still, I was perfectly content with my book – though, I was a wee bit thirsty and craving a cup of tea, but really, I hadn’t gotten to a good stopping point to simply put the book down, make the tea, and come back. Surely one can empathize with that – there are just some books that don’t want to be put down, or rather, they happen to be so good that they won’t allow you to put them down despite your personal attempts to do so.

However, someone was knocking at my door – rather loudly, in fact. I wondered if perhaps I hadn’t heard it the first go around, because it was awfully insistent. I noticed the light blinking on my answering machine and thought that it was quite possible I’d tuned out the phone ringing. I considered ignoring it, because, if you recall, I hadn’t actually gotten around to tidying up the flat, so it wasn’t the ideal moment for company. But, the knocking was a tad bothersome, because it was likely either Harry or Ronald, and if I didn’t answer shortly, they’d find a way around the wards and apparate in. Although, I wouldn’t put it past Ron to try to accio me – believe me, he’s tried previously, and it sort of worked. So, though I wasn’t willing to stop my hermit-like behavior, I sighed and placed the book back on the coffee-table, noting twice that the bookmark was in the appropriate place, because you can absolutely believe I would’ve made whomever wait a bit longer for me to mark the correct page. But, after what I can only imagine was something of a long wait, I answered the door with an absolutely innocent expression – because, really, it wasn’t as if I was doing anything wrong, I was just a tad absorbed, and that happens sometimes.


[open to anyone who wants to stop by!]

Current Mood: busy

au_muses :: When do you know it's love?

post-hogwarts

Well, I believe his exit from Hogwarts, both stunning and appalling, was when everyone else knew it was love. It was quite fantastic really – a bit of show, but what else would you expect? I was perfectly okay with serving detention for the rest of the school year, although I don’t think I ever stopped blushing in front of my classmates. The twins and I had concocted this beautiful scene for them to humiliate Delores Umbridge and put a permanent end to their education at Hogwarts. Naturally, I protested until I came to the unfortunate realization that there was no talking them out of it. It’s alright though; Murph stuck around for our seventh year. But, it was this amazing display of chaos – they even persuaded Peeves to participate, and he doesn’t listen to students! I was perfectly innocent during the madness, as I was taking my examinations. George, however, wasn’t content with leaving me out, so he flew down and kissed me, while still in flight on his broom mind you – and I quite nearly fainted. He was cocky for months – in fact, I believe he’s still a tad cocky about that entire bit, but especially over making me feel faint in front of the student body.

But, that’s not when I knew it was love. That’s just when everyone else figured it out. Some people actually thought I was dating Fred at first since they can’t seem to tell the twins apart. It’s not that hard to separate them really, especially considering Fred’s personal preferences, but then not everyone can be as brilliant as we are. Now, of course, the Yule Ball is when things initially presented themselves, but that was still under the terms of like and fancy and such. It was a bit later in the semester when I knew it was something else. We were there watching the last challenge of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry and Cedric had disappeared, and everyone in the crowd was buzzing with panic about the trophy being a portkey. It seemed like ages when they came back – Harry carrying Cedric’s body. There were all sorts of emotions running through me because though I didn’t know the two of them incredibly well, it was horrific nonetheless. George held me very close – perhaps closer than he should’ve on school grounds, but no one said a word about it – and whispered that he loved me. And, that’s when I knew, because in that moment, there was no where else I could imagine myself being that was more warm or safe, despite the chill in the air around us and the fear that silently lingered around us all.

theatrical_muse :: "There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it." E.M.Forster, A Room With A View.


It started as a game of distance. She felt that would be the best way to go about becoming emotionally detached enough to actually go through with it. The irony was that it was her emotions that positively dictated her actions. The world was a scary enough place without adding a magical war into the mix. But, she started to withdraw – purposely distancing herself from them, even though it had been a year since she’d seen them – because she hoped perhaps it would hurt less that way. She saved little moments in her memory to replay in tearful moments – the occasional hug or compliment, stored away when she would have feelings stir and need a reminder of why.

It was something of an elaborate plan, but who would expect less from Hermione Granger, especially in a matter as important as this. She acted alone though, aside from letters she sent to Ron about her worries. But, she couldn’t very well go about any of their plans without going through with this one of her own. She had considered giving them an option about it – she had truly pondered the idea of sitting them down in the formal living room and explaining everything: how she wouldn’t be attending Hogwarts this year, how she’d be traveling all over Europe searching for horcruxes (which, then she would have to explain, and quite possibly have to reference that dreadful text she’d managed to slip out of school with), how she’d fight in the war against Voldemort, and how she’d be relocating them to safety. Though she pondered it, she never envisioned it ending well; she silently decided not to give them a choice.

She remembered that morning entirely too well. She stayed up all night, worried that she’d miss her moment otherwise. They were making breakfast, and she heard them in hushed tones expressing their degree of worry over her, how she’d become so distant lately, how they worried something might be wrong. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but she pushed them away – tears would be welcome later, but not within these crucial moments, because she couldn’t afford to change her mind. She was crouched in the hallway, waiting silently until she was able to flick her wrist and utter the spell. There was a brief moment of confusion, until they spotted the plane tickets on the kitchen table and slipped into their new identities easily. She didn’t cry until she’d reached the safety of Ronald’s arms.

Current Mood: crushed

Let me first go ahead and apologize in advance if you see this post pop up a couple of times. I'm posting it in my character journals. I don't have too many, but for people like alan_shore & mr_colbert, they'll have to scroll a lot! :)

Well, I've been on hiatus, and I just haven't been able to post here yet. And, by here, I mean my muse journals. It's been a weird month. I was in a very bad car accident on December 11th. My car is completely totaled, and I've been recuperating. I'm very lucky in that I didn't break anything - I had some nasty bruises and walking has been a tad painful, but I'm about 99% better.

So? I'm in the process of getting everyone caught up. I'm planning to get topics written this week and come off hiatus. It's a work in progress. If I've missed anything really neat? Or, if there's something you need one of my characters for? Comment or shoot an email to senshi[dot]saturn[at]gmail[dot]com (or to my personal email, if you have it).

XOXO
Nic

cross-posted to: ilookgreat, lovely_damage, katie_lloyd, dontcallmekitty & blurbinprogress

Current Mood: calm

sayshisname = <3

Harry,

You're absolutely brilliant. Thank you.

<3
Hermione

Current Mood: loved

theatrical_muse :: Control.


con·trol [kuhn-trohl] verb, -trolled, -trol·ling, to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command.


It's strange, really. I've been in positions of implied control, but it isn't often that I've actually been the one in control of a situation. I've been a Prefect, and yes, I admit, I had my hopes on being Head Girl. My prefectly duties were not often ones where control was readily held and used. It was simply to lead, to guide, to set a proper example. Prefects like Malfoy displayed all sorts of inappropriate control techniques, but that really wasn't what it was about.

In the time that I was away with Ronald and Harry, it wasn't ever a situation of control either. It was responsibility and shared roles; the only sense of control was over what we eat and where we would relocate to. More often than not, we tended to argue, but it was a unique circumstance. I had self-control, which I only lost one, though I feel it was entirely justified as Ronald did, in fact, deserve it for abandoning us. But, self-control is slightly different from the subject at hand as that only refers to the control of oneself, not of others.

But, in my work with the ministry, I'm learning about control, how to utilize it properly. It's both a helpful and hindering tool, depending upon one's use of it. It's still something I'm working on as a matter of personal growth and development.

Current Mood: accomplished

OOC:

Because, I like random OOC posts?

New layout!!

most_amazing most_amazing most_amazing

Thoughts? Feelings? Anything?

Back to your regularly scheduled Hermione!

<3333

Nic

eclecticmuses :: Write a letter to your younger self.


Dear Miss Hermione Jean Granger,

Dentistry isn’t the profession for you! Oh, I absolutely understand if that comes as a shock to you, but really, it’s better in the long run if you know in advance that your aspirations to become a dentist simply aren’t meant to be. This will all make sense later, but for the time being, do stop staring at your bicuspids! They’re not that bad, and besides, Mum and Dad are going to be putting you through the grueling process of orthodontics soon.

You actually need to become more interested in magic. No, I don’t mean the David Copperfield specials – those are all a bunch of rubbish! Remember Halloween last year when you dressed up as a witch and threw glitter on everyone, waving your wand about, saying you could do magic? I need you to hold onto that line of reasoning. I know it’s difficult, especially when you end up spending a lot of time at the office with Mum and Dad. But, at least be open-minded, okay? Oh, you might not know what that means yet. Look it up in the dictionary in Dad’s study.

I also want you to spend lots of time with your parents. Oh, I know the camping trips aren’t that much fun, but you’ll learn to appreciate those times later. Spend lots of time with them – take lots of pictures and make sure to hug them and be kind. They’re going to let you grow up to do some amazing things, and they won’t get to see very much of you. Oh, and make sure you pay really close attention to Mum when she teaches you to knit – you’ll make a lot of socks for a good cause when you’re older.

Love,
Hermione

Current Mood: artistic

Hermione Jean Granger,

Your LiveJournal paid account for user "most_amazing" is expiring in 12
days, at which time it'll revert to its previous status.

Thanks,
LiveJournal Team




Dear Livejournal,

Why?

Thanks,

Hermione

Current Mood: annoyed

theatrical_muse :: Intrigue

She wonders, every now and then, what her life would have been like if her parents hadn’t been intrigued by a white owl flying through the dining room window. She knows with absolutely certainty that she would’ve gone to university, likely to study dentistry as they did, following in the parental footsteps. She wouldn’t have met Harry or Ron and would have lived a muggle life – normal, yet ordinary. She thinks she might have liked it and not found it to be so ordinary, so long as she never knew what else existed, hidden to the muggle eye.

Oh, but she’s not giving herself enough credit. She would have caught a glimmer, despite the Ministry’s exceptional designs and schemes to protect the muggles of the world. She would have noticed, would have discovered some trace of the world beyond. If she hadn’t noticed something as a child, then she absolutely would have noticed during the war, when the strange, supposedly natural events were occurring all over without a rhyme or reason. She would have figured it out, or perhaps simply stumbled upon a copy of a text about Hogwarts – her reading habits have always been obscure.

In quiet moments, she pretends she’s normal. She sits in a café, thumbs through the paper, sips her cappuccino as if she knows absolutely nothing. She looks up every so often, silently observing the innocent interactions of others. She’s not entirely different – it’s not as if she isn’t human and not raised in the world. But, she loves the innocent magic – the sparks from fireflies twinkling in the night, the sort of magic that is natural, untrained. There’s an article in the paper about a strange sighting of white owls, and she holds a secret smile, glad that her parents were indeed intrigued by such things, enough to accept the unconventionally delivered invitation to an extraordinary life. She sips her drink and leave the faint imprint of pale lipstick on the cup, the only evidence that might show a secret hidden in the smile.


[ so open to post-hogwarts RP. whatever ship or version of hermione you like. ]

Current Mood: happy

au_muses :: Forbidden


fifth year



Hogwarts held plenty of secrets within its magical walls. It was impossible for any witch or wizard to know of them all – even Dumbledore. There were new things – or, supposedly new – being discovered often, but most of them were mentioned in the pages of Hogwarts: A History, which Hermione had finally decided no one else would ever read despite her efforts. She had discovered plenty of useful secrets herself – hidden cabinets to store her potions and projects, portraits that told her little tidbits. She had plenty of free time in her evenings, when it was time to leave the common room and be isolated in the quiet of her room. The headmaster had decided it would be best if she had her own room once she was given her time-turner, because if anyone saw her twice, it would likely be those she shared living quarters with. She rather enjoyed the luxury of privacy – especially in the uninterrupted hours of study. But lately, it wasn’t feeling so very luxurious.

There was a rumor that floated amongst the students every now and then about a secret passageway that ran throughout the walls of the dormitories. The rumor was often facilitated by parents or considerably older students who were around before the days of Tom Riddle, Voldemort, You-Know-Who – whatever the proper name for him was currently. However, given the recent change in the quartet’s dynamic, Hermione did find the possibility of such a passageway to be interesting indeed. Besides, she was starting to feel a bit lonely and textbooks didn’t provide the best sort of company. She gradually moved from spending her quiet hours on her studies to trying to find this secret passage.

Apparently, the dorms had once been linked together in the event of an emergency – or, if related students needed to be gathered quickly or needed to tend to each other. It was in place with good intentions, but it was abused – students would sneak into rival common rooms and create a mess, others would simply sneak into their significant other’s rooms. Passwords didn’t help, despite how often they were changed; no portraits were willing to be hung in dark chambers for security’s sake. Eventually, the passageways were hidden with an enchantment, but hidden things rarely stay that way at Hogwarts.

It took quiet a bit of research until the enchantment became clear. There was a way to the passage in each dormitory, always on the innermost wall. It was never removed, but simply hidden. In theory, it was still on the innermost wall, just invisible to a witch or wizard that wasn’t looking for it. It was never a very visible doorway, otherwise it would have been impossible to keep the students in their appropriate rooms. She lay awake in bed, staring at the wall for several weeks until she noticed a pattern in the bricks. Curiously, she touched the bricks with her hands, but nothing changed. However, once her wand was placed on the darker ones, they seemed to move – though, it was only the coloring that shifted. She lightly tapped each one until they made an arch-shaped pattern.

It was three nights after that discovery before Hermione actually did anything. It appeared to simply be a wall, just as it was before, with a coloring distortion that looked like the arch of a tunnel. She paced around, worried that if it did work, she could become stuck in the tunnel, or even worse, expelled for using the presently forbidden passageway. However, her years of mischievous endeavors with the twins inspired her to try. She touched the wall and stared in a weird sort of awe when her hand disappeared through the brick. She swallowed hard and pushed herself through with the light of her wand and the shared map to guide her. She tiptoed through the narrow walls, pausing only to glance at the map to check the dots labeled as George, Fred, and Murph. She kept walking until she reached a seemingly dead end. She closed her eyes and prayed for the best, then pushed her way through.

“Merlin,” she breathed, “it worked.” And, she grinned when three rather stunned boys were staring at her – only one of them who was allowed to stare, she mentally noted, though it was a rather unique circumstance. “I found a secret, all by myself! The dorms are absolutely connected. It’s a bit tricky and really narrow… but I found it! And that means Murph can visit his twin!” And, that also meant she could visit George, which she wasn’t quite brave enough to say aloud, but she did manage to give him a hint of a smirk.

Current Mood: chipper

au_muses :: Night

fifth year

The night of the Yule Ball has come and gone, though it’s just barely gone as it’s only a few minutes past two in the morning. She’s already changed out of her periwinkle gown, but her hair is still up in its pretty knot of curls. She opts for a Weasley sweater and pajama pants to wear for rounds, because honestly, she sees no point in dressing in her uniform at this hour. She finds her slippers and pops into the common room, only to find a few students still up and chatting, “I don’t mind if you’re up, but you’d best be in your rooms when I get back from rounds, alright?” she says as sweetly as possible. She finds it easier to make the younger students agreeable if she’s nice to them. Murph, however, prefers to be blunt and often hurts their feelings without meaning to. “You’ve got about half an hour, then off to bed?”

She slips out of the portrait and spots her cohort in crime leaning against the wall, still in his dress robes – at least, some portion of them, anyway. “Fred and George aren’t still in your room, right?” and, at this, he nods, “Good. We have to talk, because…” She pauses, because really, she can’t trust them to not have an extendable ear planted somewhere. She links her arm with Murph’s, as usual, to drag him through rounds. Honestly, she wonders sometimes why he’s a prefect, but then, Percy before them was a prefect and an absolute prat. Murph’s only lazy, but he’s got potential, sometimes! “So, how was the Yule Ball? Anything interesting happen? Did you notice George at all?”

Current Mood: distressed