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Post by rury on Jul 30, 2009 4:16:32 GMT -5
Roula walked up the stairs that led to her apartment. In one hand, her apartment keys sat and in the other was her shopping bag full of cat food. She finally reached the doorway that led into her apartment and unlocked it with her muggle keys. She couldn't just use 'Alohomora', it would reveal a bit too much. She pushed open the door, finding her persian cat, Norman, near the doorway, waiting for her to feed him most probably. She set down the keys on the kitchen counter, which was basically open to the whole living room.
A few seconds later, she pulled out the cat food and set it down on the coffee table. It had already been open by her and before she could blink, Norman was already resting on the table, chewing on it silently. She sighed. "Norman, you are so dieting," She walked over to him and knelt down towards his height. She gave him a peck on the forehead and pushed herself up. She wasn't disgusted by animals and well, she was slightly a loner. She walked over to the window sill and sat down. The strong noises of Manchester's traffic rang through her ears. The apartment was lightened up with the rays that came from the sun. The place looked great, although disgusting.
She was expecting an acquaintance that following day. Hermione Granger. She knew her from a while back but her face just would not click. It had been a long, long while. She had last seen Hermione in her fifth year. Hermione was in her seventh year at that time. They were both in Gryffindor, so they had become greatly acquainted with each other.
A few long minutes later, Norman had finished. He had quickly jumped off of the table and walked over towards the window sill, where Rury sat. It jumped up onto her lap and snuggled up towards her chest. She sighed again. She terribly wasn't in the mood for any of this. She wasn't in the mood of Hermione either. She just needed an extreme nap. It was a lazy afternoon, after all. |
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Post by HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! on Jul 30, 2009 14:36:23 GMT -5
Sure, Hermione would be a day early for this visit with an old companion. This witch was not known to be the type to get things wrong; normally, according to her, she was always right in her actions. She had to make some very hard choices over the course of the past few years, including leaving Ronald Weasley and the rest of the wizarding world behind, then coming back only to be greeted by Bellatrix Lestrange in a not so warm way. It was in her nature, after all; to do what she felt and knew was best for the greater good. It was for the better of Ronald and the rest of is family's safety if she left them to hide. And, as she knew now, it was better that she came back to perhaps help in the movement to overcome the regime that had the wizarding world in a tight, suffocating grip.
Stepping up the stairs to the apartment numbr that the girl from her past had given her upon first meeting, the Granger girl seemed very nervous. She had a feeling that soemthing catastrophic was bound to happen soon, and she figured it would be better to talk to the girl a day before instead of the day the Death Eaters may have heard. Knicking on the door to the apartment, Hermione looked back and forth, down hallways and scrupulously at every shadow. Those bloody Death Eaters were everywhere and could have followed her. Hermione knew that she was a target for their arrest and execution, and she hoped that Rury understood that with her friendship she would gain a deathwish. She crossed her arms, cursing every moment she was left alone out in the open in the wizarding world. Strength in numbers was key, after all.
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Post by rury on Aug 3, 2009 5:37:28 GMT -5
She sighed wondering where Hermione was. One thing Rury disliked a lot was tardiness. She felt like school teacher. She felt so trapped in this apartment with no air. She felt so weak, restless and helpless, as if she had no hope for the new world. She was bloody working at the Leaky Cauldron for five sickles an hour whereas with all her schoolwork she could have gotten a job at the Ministry or at St. Mungo's, or even Hogwarts instead of working in some bad dump.
A few seconds later she heard someone at the door. That must have been Hermione She quickly pushed herself off of the window sill and walked over to the door. She felt terribly melancholy. She opened the door and glanced at Hermione. Rury could hardly build up any words in her mouth and her mind was just so clear. Her face was emotionless. She nodded towards Hermione, opening the door a bit wider this time so that Hermione could come in. She pushed herself against the wall.
She walked into the kitchen and a few words finally came out of her mouth. But they were very few. "Why has the world gone mad, Hermione?" She sighed pulling ou a kettle and placing it on the fire. "Honestly, I can't take it anymore," She turned around, frowning, glancing at Hermione waiting for her to say something. |
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Post by HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! on Aug 3, 2009 9:37:55 GMT -5
Hermione rushed into the house as soon as the door was opened wide enough for her to enter. Both of them seemed to dislike the fact that the wait for the other was so long, but they would get over it soon enough. There was no need for a coat or hat this time of year, so all Hermione did was stand before her host, looking very much worrisome. Her arms were no longer crossed, but instead her hands were shoved in her pockets as she looked on at what Rury was doing. She was really hoping that water was for tea; it would be relaxing to her now to have a hot cup of the stuff. She did not sit, knowing that was rude to just walk into a house and sit down without permission. A member of the Weasley clan would not mind in the least, but then again this was no Weasley.
"It's gone crazy, Rury," Hermione replied, "The government is run by the exact people we wouldn't want to and now we're the ones being snapped up like lambs by a wolf pack." Her voice was full of bitterness and outright hate; being attacked once was enough for her to be very upset of the situation. She was hopeful that the Weasley's were safe, since they needed as many purebloods as they can in the gene pool. Didn't want too much inbreeding.
"So, how have you been?" she then asked the other woman, "I can see that you are safe enough."
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