Post by HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! on Jul 28, 2009 15:51:51 GMT -5
The time was noon in the later summer; at least that was what the clock said in the wizarding district of London. Tucked away from the rest of the city which Muggles inhabited, or in the Death Eater's words bred in their own filth, it was often considered to be too upper class for a muggleborn to frequent. Hermione Granger, however, found it rather easy to blend in within the masses of witches and wizards that stepped hurriedly along the sidewalks from one store to the next. Her most distinguishing traits, those being her brown eyes, bushy hair, and bossy nature were easily concealed. She could not do anything about her eyes, and even though most pureblooded folks had blue she was able to mask then enough with sunglasses. If push came to shove she just said that brown eyes ran in her family. Her hair, curled and unnameable for the most part, was plastered to her head with pins and clips, massed together in a tight bun. In regards to her temperament, keeping quiet was the best measure of caution.
She had just left a shoe boutique, rather disheartened at the ridiculous prices that these shopkeepers charged for superfluous wares. Not even Harry Potter had enough galleons to keep these greedy wolves satisfied, but these bloodsnobs seemed more than content with giving their small fortunes away for things that they did not really need. The one reason Hermione was here was to look for those she might know; the ones that got away from the attack at Hogwarts so many years ago. So far, no one. This worried her; not even a Weasley was about. Maybe they were all jailed up in Azkaban or just hiding in their Burrows and other quiet country homes. Here she was, risking being caught and tortured, again, just to not find what she was seeking? A bold and stupid act, but that was why she was sorted into Gryffindor, after all.
She had just left a shoe boutique, rather disheartened at the ridiculous prices that these shopkeepers charged for superfluous wares. Not even Harry Potter had enough galleons to keep these greedy wolves satisfied, but these bloodsnobs seemed more than content with giving their small fortunes away for things that they did not really need. The one reason Hermione was here was to look for those she might know; the ones that got away from the attack at Hogwarts so many years ago. So far, no one. This worried her; not even a Weasley was about. Maybe they were all jailed up in Azkaban or just hiding in their Burrows and other quiet country homes. Here she was, risking being caught and tortured, again, just to not find what she was seeking? A bold and stupid act, but that was why she was sorted into Gryffindor, after all.
