"falling & soaring part 15" by gingerbred
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christmasspiritchapter 15, morning
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, Fay Dunbar, Dhanesh Devi, Minerva McGonagall
18 September, 1998. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny get ready to face another day in their final year at Hogwarts.
Originally Published: 2024-02-04 on LJ / DW
Words: 4.9 k
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Characters: Harry Potter (8G, Captain, Seeker), Hermione Granger (8G, Head Girl), Ron Weasley (8G, Prefect, Keeper), Ginny Weasley (7G, Chaser)
Mentioned briefly: Minerva McGonagall (Headmistress), Lavender Brown (8G, Lycanthrope attack survivor), Fay Dunbar (8G, Reserve Chaser), Dhanesh Devi (7G, wealthy pureblood, Muggle-born Kiera Kilkenny's boyfriend)
Previously:
The previouslies are very robust. If you've recently read the Christmas Spirit stories, skip them, if not, no worries, I've got you covered. You can find links to the individual stories / chapters in the "christmas spirit index" (LJ / DW / AO3).
Summer 1998, 01 September, 1998. Presumably motivated in part by a desire to keep herself occupied and distract herself from the chaos at the Wizengamot, her missing parents and her floundering relationship with Ron, Hermione spends much of the summer at Hogwarts, helping to rebuild and giving her opinions on things that might need to be reformed, now that Professor McGonagall is in a position to do so, to help the Muggle-born students and hopefully prevent future Wizarding Wars. A worthy goal, but it's easier said than done. One of the more noticeable changes is the elimination of the House tables, and while it addresses some of Hermione's issues with the original solution, the execution is far from ideal, as the vast majority of the students would be happy to testify. S 01, H(E)FDoS There's been a fair amount of pushback from a highly recalcitrant student body, eager to try the new Headmistress' mettle, and Minerva has had to make a shed load of adjustments to the new rules and mete out many detentions in an effort to bring things under control. That's not going all that well, and at present there's no clear winner in the ongoing battle, a fact which leaves both sides extremely dissatisfied. There's some consolation in that at least. S Ongoing
12 - 13 September, 1998. After the eighth year Slytherin Prefects are attacked on their rounds Saturday night S 02, Hermione and Harry report the assault to the Headmistress. Harry naps fitfully on her settee while the witches discuss plans to improve the students' safety. S 03 - S 04 None of the Gryffindors get much sleep, but Hermione has a couple of potions in her bag to help with that. S 05
17 September, 1998. Having decided the Slytherin Prefects are very likely still at risk, Hermione and Harry follow them on their rounds Thursday evening to be on hand (to help the Snakes) should they be attacked again. As they don't mention it to anyone, least of all the parties concerned, instead it gives rise to some anxiousness. Ron is yet another person they elect to keep in the dark, assuming he wouldn't prove very understanding, although in their defence, that decision at least presumably reduces the overall anxiety levels. S 12 - S 14
Friday, 18 September, 1998
the Gryffindor dormsRon plans on meeting Lavender in what they've come to think of as 'their' alcove in the basement for the meal as he usually does. Aside from the... whatever it is developing between them - not that he was remotely interested in anything serious to speak of - there are a couple of other benefits to doing so. For one thing, she seems to get better food directly from the elves in the Kitchens than he would in the Great Hall, and he strongly doubts he'll be able to continue capitalising on that upstairs, even if he could convince her to join him there - at present unlikely - and for another the whole new seating plan thing upstairs is just the purest imaginable rubbish. Complete shite. Bloody hell. For the life of him, he can't imagine why anyone had thought that was a good idea, and from all the grumbling he's heard, he's far from alone in that view.
As he's determined to continue pretending he isn't seeing anyone, not the least of his reasons being he's not precisely seeing just the one witch, but then there's also Ginny and her temper to consider - particularly in light of all the, uh, objections he'd had to her 'moving on' when they should be mourning Fred - right now he's eager to leave before Lav does, or he'll have to wait a while to give her a head start. She's anything but subtle, and there is no way he can afford to be seen leaving with her or strolling down the corridors should she happen to wait, something he considers likely. He's quickly gotten ready, as has become his practice on most days these past couple of weeks, and is just about to head out the door when Harry emerges from the showers, towel slung about his waist, and calls out to stop him.
"Ron! Wait just moment, would you?" He hurries to his bed and Summons his clothes, while Ron stands there in the doorway, silently calculating his chances of getting out of the dorms before Lav puts in an appearance in the Common Room. Naturally they're getting slimmer by the moment, but then explaining himself is equally unhelpful, so...
That doesn't mean he's completely able to disguise the impatience in his tone as he replies, "What's up, Harry?"
"It's just... I haven't seen a lot of you lately..." Which is utter bollocks as they have all their classes together, just as they'd done the previous six years of school. Harry's feelings of guilt at keeping his and Hermione's little adventure with the Slytherin Prefects last night from one of his best friends may be manifesting. What's true, however, is Ron has been spending a lot of the time outside of classes that they used to spend together instead chasing after one bit of skirt or another, and obviously their time in class wasn't really spent the way they'd choose to.
And then of course there were the meals. Ron's been skipping them, all of them, as best Harry can tell, up to and including the Welcoming Feast, which clearly isn't correct per se, because Ron, of all people, is most definitely not skipping meals, it's just that he doesn't seem to be eating them in the Great Hall, which is sort of Harry's issue here.
He struggles into his shirt and jumper in one go, in the process nearly knocking the glasses he hadn't thought to remove first from his nose. Ever since Hermione had Imperviused them against rain and steam, he's been happy to wear the bloody things in the shower. "It's just... I thought you might join us?" Harry mumbles. If he's difficult to make out clearly as he attires himself, that only makes sense, clothing tending to muffle one as it does, at least when worn over one's mouth. It's an approach to dressing he'd copied from Ron, but then Ron doesn't wear specs, and Harry clearly hasn't worked out the finer details as yet. Despite his impatience, Ron is still forced to smile slightly at the sight of his friend.
"For breakfast?" Harry clarifies, somewhat more intelligibly as his head pops out of his shirt and he buttons the upper three buttons before slipping the still knotted tie over his head and making the requisite adjustments. None of it does his thoroughly tousled hair any favours, but considering his styling, non-existent as such, the change isn't likely to be noticed by anyone either. It does inspire Ron to tuck in his shirttails, however. He's usually the more slovenly of the two, but if one wishes to attract witches... He's learning it helps to pay at least cursory attention to one's appearance. He's just as likely to forget that thought entirely without an external reminder, however; truth be told, he relies, rather heavily, on his Order of Merlin for much of the attraction.
"You haven't been around much..." Harry tries to sell the idea, but Ron just looks at him pityingly.
Harry seems to register that not at all, and eventually Ron relents and replies, "I mean, I might join you," if someone sorted the food quality question for him, "but what's the point? It's not like we're at the same table anyway, mate."
Which... was perfectly true.
There were fifteen seats at their table, and all of them were full. There was a magical list when you entered the Hall that made that abundantly clear. When Susan Bones had joined them for that first meal, she'd effectively taken Ron's empty seat, and as he'd never challenged it, it was now very definitely hers, as the golden place card before her table setting and that ominous master list only seemed to prove. Harry hasn't quite worked out what McGonagall's rules for seating are - as far as he's concerned, they're complicated and seem to change daily, which isn't far from the truth, and frankly he's fine where he is now - all he knows is a lot of people seem to be earning themselves detention for challenging those rules, and by and large by now she only seems to tolerate occasional small changes, exclusively within one's House and of students roughly the same year. The Ravenclaws appear to have exhausted whatever leniency she'd been inclined to show start of term.
And then some.
At any rate, even he wouldn't recommend Ron try switching back with Susan at this point. No, Ron's pretty much stuck... wherever she was originally seated.
Ron seems put out and even a hint angry about the fact, and it finally occurs to Harry that as Ron hadn't been at the Feast, unless someone thought to mention it to him, which seems increasingly unlikely, he can't possibly know he'd been supposed to sit with them originally, and for their parts, they hadn't realised the seating would become a largely permanent thing. In a bit of a - slightly nonsensical - rush he tries to explain that to Ron, figuring it had left him feeling somehow... unwanted, not that much of any of it had been a choice for the vast majority, and which clearly hadn't been Ron's point in any event. Naturally, that's not to say his absence didn't make sitting with so many Slytherins easier... And then Harry wraps things up with, "Anyway I'm pretty sure this isn't what 'Mione had intended with the seating arrangements..."
Which is the first thing that sort of makes sense, or at least captures Ron's attention.
"'Mione? What's she got to do with it?"
Which leads to yet more poorly explained stuff, mostly in which Harry tries to convey his impressions from Saturday night when he'd kipped on the Headmistress' loveseat and come to understand what all their friend had gotten up to last summer all those times she'd been to the castle to discuss... whatever it was she and the Headmistress were so keen about. And of course 'Mione had known all about the seating changes in advance, hadn't she?
"But she wouldn't have wanted to exclude you. Even after..." Harry doesn't really like referencing their... separation? Not really. It was obviously a break up. Clearly. Mentioning that can't possibly help. But even after they'd separated, broken up, Ron was still supposed to sit with him and Gin and 'Mione. He'd been included.
But then again, when he hadn't shown that first evening, none of them had exactly fought to keep his seat free either, now had they? It hadn't taken more than a meal or two for Susan to ask the three Ravenclaws and Gin to budge over so she could sit with the other Hufflepuffs - in fact Morag MacDougal may even have offered, come to think of it, or had Hannah Abbott asked if she'd be willing to first? - and there was Ron's seat... gone.
So instead Harry blithers some more about Susan joining them, not that there's much to say about that, and how no one realised this would be long term... In retrospect, he recalls 'Mione sort of hesitating for a moment as the others had shifted, probably anticipating some of the resulting complications, before electing not to be the lone voice of dissent once again. Hmm. Yeah, that probably gets old quickly.
"Why on earth would you get rid of the House tables?" Ron looks at him intently.
Strange segues aside, that one Harry knows the answer to, exposure to other Houses, and most especially Muggle-borns, must surely reduce some of the prejudices... He can hear 'Mione's voice in his head as he says it. He's pretty sure Ron does, too, which probably isn't improving the situation.
"And why the fixed seating?" There are reasons Ron's Patronus is a terrier, and right now he's like a dog with a bone.
"Well, um, without it, people mostly resorted to sitting back with others from their Houses..."
"So I've been sent to Coventry because..."
"Susan?" Harry sums up helpfully, but Ron's run the calculations and arrived at somewhat different conclusions.
"Because she got rid of the tables." Harry doesn't for an instant imagine he means Susan by that. "And because last week the bloody Turkeys stuffed a bunch of ruddy firsties at a table of bleeding eighth years. Right. Got it. Stunning. Well done, all round."
If anything, Ron sounds angrier. Harry sort of wishes he hadn't mentioned it at all.
"We've had those tables for a millennium," the ginger asserts. Actually, he doesn't know if that's the case, but it sounds good right about now. His voice is level, his demeanour even. Harry suspects this may be the calm before what is surely the inevitable storm. Bugger.
"Well I doubt they got rid of them. Probably Diminuendoed the lot or stuck them in a disused corridor somewhere..."
Ron just raises a brow at him, so Snape like, and yeah, even Harry gets that wasn't the point.
"Breakfast?" He tries again more hopefully, grabbing his books and leading the way. There is no good to be had from continuing this discussion that Harry can see. Heavens, he's not entirely sure how they got here.
Ron follows, shaking his head, chewing over the things Harry has let slip as his friend continues a recitation of unrelated things he apparently believes will prove soothing, only to be typically wide of the mark. What the bloody hell had 'Mione been thinking?
And ever so wonderfully, they are now late enough that Lav is in the Common Room, looking around not inconspicuously. Brill. She probably does that every morning before trailing after him towards the Kitchens. Bloody hell. Unsubtle indeed. Ron hangs back, half hiding behind the curtains to the stairs to the boys' dorms, hoping it will be enough to avoid her attention while simultaneously not striking a clearly guilt-ridden Harry as too odd. At the rate Harry's been going, he likely won't notice it.
Especially not as something else now draws his attention.
Hermione is curled up on one of the squashy couches, a daunting stack of books beside her that suggests she's been there for some time. Harry sails past Dhanesh and a bunch of the sixth and seventh years gathered around the hearth to plop himself down on the side of the couch largely free of her copious study materials, although she practically has to dive for a sheaf of notes in order to move it before he lands on it. That earns him a brief glare, which affects Harry not in the slightest. Instead he puts an arm around her shoulders, and her annoyance is quite evidently immediately forgotten as, smiling, she folds herself into his side, the two of them whispering merrily together, their conversation not audible from where Ron lurks.
If he'd been feeling just that little bit left out before? This isn't helping.
Ginny's morning hadn't started off well. She'd stepped rather squarely on assorted hair combs and other thoroughly unnecessary stuff - a tiara? really? - that one of her roommates' stupid cats had knocked off her nightstand as they slept. It's hard to believe how many spiky little barbs those ridiculous things have - the combs and such, not the cats. Not that those barbs actually broke skin, but bloody hell if her foot doesn't hurt something fierce at present, and she's sort of stubbornly refusing to limp.
Her morning is not improved by encountering Fay as she makes her way to the Common Room.
Hermione pulls a couple of potions from her bag, which she promptly downs. As Harry is a N.E.W.T.s Potions student, quite naturally he recognises them as a Wit Sharpening and a general Alertness potion. Admittedly the fact she'd handed precisely those two to him just this past Sunday morning doesn't hurt that recognition process any. "Do you need some?" She offers, hand already reaching into her ubiquitous beaded bag, just in case. They'd had a long night. He shakes his head 'no' but thanks her. Sleep does wonders.
"Were you at this all night?" He asks her, nodding at her books, his disapproval at the very thought clear.
"No, not at all. At some point I moved to the couch, and I guess I got so comfortable, I fell asleep for a while, and then I just continued working when I woke," she prevaricates, making it sound like she'd dozed for any more than the briefest of naps.
Well his disapproval was clear.
She sets about a small flurry of Charms to prepare for her day, Shrinking her books and papers and putting them in her bag. Another Charm swaps her trainers for her school shoes, which she apparently stores in her bag as well, she need only unfold her legs and extend them in front of her, lift her feet slightly, and it's done. A third, a Cleaning Charm, sees to the uniform she's still wearing, and does so well enough, in fact, that it gives vague hints of having been pressed. Not quite as good as the elves would have done, but not shabby either. A fourth does her teeth, rather thoroughly, of course; she hopes her parents would be satisfied with the results, were they ever able to see them that is. Only that last bit of magic feels somehow like cheating.
With Hermione's focus thus demanded elsewhere, Harry finally meets Lavender's urgently seeking gaze. All that's missing is semaphore. From where she stands near the portrait hole, she's been trying to attract his attention practically since he entered the room, her eyes desperately asking a question she's almost comically equally eager not to pose. Ron Ron had been quite clear: no one is to know they're seeing each other, and they certainly won't hear it from her. She reckons 'Vati doesn't really count, though. So there Lav goes, nonchalantly, silently enquiring after his roommate, all nonverbal and too, too subtle really, and Harry, rightly assuming his roommate is trying to avoid her, just shrugs and shakes his head as if he hadn't a clue to his whereabouts and off she pops. Easy as.
Only once she's gone does Ron stop skulking behind his curtains and begin slinking down the stairs towards them, and Harry takes the whole thing as all the confirmation needed that he'd been right, at least in parts, as to there being or having been something going on between those two. Harry pretends not to notice the correlation, and if Hermione did, she follows suit. There's a fair chance she may not have, though, he figures.
He, too, happens to think he's subtle.
A fifth Charm of Hermione's promptly enacts some instant karma for his trying to sneak one past her. Evidently a Cleansing Charm, unfortunately it also sends her hair flying in all directions, causing Harry to begin coughing somewhat violently as it whips into his face, as close as he's seated to her.
"Sorry, Harry," she squeaks. "I forget how long it is sometimes..." Her hands fly up as she tries, with only moderate success, to rein in the suddenly animated tresses. If he had to characterise it, from where he watches at the entry, Ron would swear they're ill natured, too. 'Mione might just be a gorgon. It leaves her hair looking scarcely better managed than Harry's, although she still has a not altogether untidy plait to show for it. Then again Harry's hair scarcely lends itself to such things.
Laughing, Harry removes a few errant strands from his mouth, "That should be an Unforgivable. Or at the least, they should require a license for it. Just like you need to Apparate. No license, no Charm. End of." If anything, the arm around her shoulders pulls her in closer as he continues beaming at her as if she were just the cleverest thing absolutely ever. It's enough to make Fay's eyes roll.
"Aren't they just the chummiest ever?" she snits to Ginny as they reach the end of the stairs and enter the Common Room, her voice low enough that the otherwise occupied couple in question most likely don't hear, but Ron certainly does. The Weasleys also both hear all the unsaid (but surely implied!) things, how quickly those two have moved on, how thoroughly their past loves have been forgotten...
The needling doesn't really annoy Ginny so much aside from the fact someone is trying to get her back up. Well... mostly. It's weird, because she doesn't particularly care who Harry sees, if anyone, but she does care what others think about her. Sort of. In some instances. And somehow in a way she can't really explain, this would apparently be one. She bloody well has not been left in the lurch and forgotten, damn it.
And if that's true for her? That goes at least double for her brother.
The funny thing is, to Fay's way of thinking, almost everyone in the House, or the school for that matter, has seen Harry and Hermione be openly affectionate like this, but somehow she's supposed to be, or have been, or whatever, involved with Ron, when no one has ever seen those two so much as hold hands. Periodically, that fact gives rise to rumours, and if need be, Fay is certainly willing to help them along.
If Hermione had any inkling about the occasional nature of those rumours, she'd probably take the universe to task; as is, she just enjoys the company, which goes at least double for Harry as well. There was never much affection in his life - a five minute relationship with Gin barely counted - so this? An incredibly welcome change. Hermione's presence is like a balm, all the more so after he's seems to have just put his foot in it with the oh so prickly Ron again, and he sits there just soaking it in.
Some days - most days, even - that wouldn't aggravate Ginny; this isn't one of them. On the other hand, she isn't willing to give Fay the satisfaction of letting her know her dig landed. Smiling broadly, she crosses to the couch and takes the now free seat to Hermione's other side. "Morning, you two."
Ron, inexplicably now eager to put a little space between himself and the others, instead stops by the fireplace, sort of skulking a bit awkwardly around Dhanesh and his friends, something they definitely find odd. Old Mr. Quidditch-brained sidekick of the Chosen One doesn't usually spare them much thought, and as is, he's interrupting their conversation, a fact to which he's seemingly oblivious.
Nit.
Dhanesh redoubles his complaints about his detention this evening, perhaps a touch more dramatically than before - Power mad McGonagall! The new position's completely gone to her head! - the group as a whole sort of hoping Ron will get a clue and shove off.
They haven't that kind of luck.
Harry's evidently lecturing Hermione on the drawbacks to not having the good sense to seek out one's bed for a proper night's sleep, too right, and something that's making her squirm the longer he continues, amusing Ginny, just a little, and coincidentally a touch more than it usually would.
"...That's rough on your back, you know," is evidently his latest objection, greeted by yet more squirming.
Hermione, although eager not to have her study and sleep habits dissected this thoroughly, is mostly hoping he isn't speaking too much from experience, wondering as she occasionally does, at least since more of the facts came to be known, just how all those years on the floor in the cupboard beneath the stairs affected him.
Ginny's thoughts are elsewhere, and instead, wanting to join in, she quips, "Come come now, Harry. Hermione isn't quite thirty. Yet." She laughs. Hermione's the oldest in her year, and then she'd abused the Time-turner on top of that. To the little group's knowledge, she was the only one still at school to have done so, and periodically it earns her a spot of good natured teasing from her friends.
Usually that wouldn't bother the brunette too much, this year though it sticks in her craw. Ginny, of a certainty one of the youngest in her year if not the youngest outright, was just five weeks shy of being wholly two years younger than Hermione - before she'd made such rampant use of the Time-turner third year at that - and here the two were slated to graduate at the same time next summer. Someone now very nearly three years her junior! As much as Hermione hadn't wished to sit her N.E.W.T.s early with none of her seventh year schooling in preparation and a year's absence from academia compounding her quandary, this sense of being so frightfully behind schedule, especially when students so much younger serve as a constant reminder in all her classes... It's accurate to say she responds more... sensitively these days whenever her nose is rubbed in that age differential.
Whether her nose is actually being rubbed in it or not is another matter altogether.
To be perfectly fair, Harry is no more explicitly recalling those years in the cupboard than Ginny is, and as such her attitude is probably more in line with his on the matter than Hermione's is. For all her cleverness, the Head Girl has no way of knowing that, though, plus his comments are most definitely coloured by his experiences, and subsequently - beyond the snippy ageism - the response strikes Hermione as a touch... callous. However, she also takes it as a tacit acknowledgment of her birthday tomorrow, and tries to curb her own snider impulses. It is nice that they haven't forgotten the occasion. It leaves her feeling a smidge optimistic about the day in a way she hasn't with all the squabbling with Ron or the effective loss of her parents they basically never talk about. Normally that's how she'd prefer it, too, but she has a feeling tomorrow it's all going to bother her especially. So instead of something more biting and potentially more fitting from her standpoint, she pastes on a reasonably convincing smile and replies, "I was rather hoping that sort of thing doesn't set in until your forties. Preferably later..."
"It'd be less likely to be a problem if you just went to bed like a sensible person..." Harry resumes his slightly tired refrain.
Answering simultaneously, Ginny laughs again, "There's a potion for that, you numpty." Just another thing the Muggle-born so often tend to forget.
Decidedly more aware of any and every potion on offer, thank you very much, recent absences from academia notwithstanding, Hermione nevertheless imagines she's taking quite enough of those as is. Then again, she suspects mentioning it is only likely to provide Harry with his next unwelcome crusade. Wisely she keeps the thoughts to herself.
Observing them from a slight distance as Ron is, he only registers the laughter. The three of them seem so at ease with one another. While he isn't certain what, if anything, he could have changed between them to have produced a similar outcome for himself - something the girls, at least, could doubtless help him with if he ever asked - that doesn't mean he doesn't envy them that ease. Equally, the distance, however slight, doesn't necessarily lend accuracy to his perception. The growing irritations escape his notice.
Dhanesh continues whinging up a storm, as if a mere detention were aught to complain about. Prat. Completely lacking in perspective. Unlike some who'd given everything, Dhanesh and his friends had barely fought at the Battle, if at all. And yet the entitled little tosser has been in a right mood all term, pissing and moaning to beat the Frog Choir, ever since his Muggle-born girlfriend Kiera hadn't returned for the new school year. Understandably, a fair few of them hadn't.
"Shouldn't have swapped seats, mate," one of the other boys teases the seventh year, because his foolish seat swapping was precisely the cause of the much lamented detention. "You know how McGonagall gets."
Ron's eavesdropping growing more awkward the longer this persists, and equally incapable of resisting some teasing of his own, he now interjects himself into their conversation. "You've got the wrong end of the wand there, boyo. I wouldn't be too quick to blame it all on her," which admittedly gives Hermione way more credit for the tables than she's owed, but then Harry had been a bit vague, assuming he even knew the details, and even odds Ron was just giving Dhanesh a hard time really.
There's something in his tone that instantly draws Harry's and Ginny's attention. Hermione for her part has spent so much time trying to actively ignore Ron lately, she hardly even registers it. With a sinking feeling, suspecting it might be a good idea to get out of there before Ron says something... unfortunate - and whose fault would it be that he even knew anything to relate? - Harry rises, suggesting they leave for the meal. "What d'ya say we get going?"
Hermione, at least, is a little more receptive to the idea than Ron had been, and accepts his outstretched hand to pull her up off the deep couch. It's still weird, unaccustomed anyway, this leaving when it was just the three of them, but as it didn't really make too much sense to wait for people not at your table... Not unless you just wanted someone for the walk to the Great Hall anyway. Ron had a point there. Yeah, Harry can understand why some of the others were put out about the new seating.
Ginny doesn't seem sold on his plan, suddenly no more eager to join them than her brother had been, but then that tone of his had registered. Begging off, "I'll catch up later, yeah?" she goes to join Ron instead, the confluence of Weasleys sufficient to send the others packing, following Harry and Hermione through the portrait hole with more than their accustomed speed. Once Dhanesh and his posse have left, she begins her merciless interrogation of her brother that soon has him spilling everything Harry had told him, and then some, about the tables. He may have interpreted a bit into things, and in the process of attempting to convey the information more cogently - Harry's version had been anything but - certain gaps in the narrative require... filling.
If it leaves her with an even less accurate view of Hermione's involvement in the new table scheme? Such is the nature of Chinese whispers.
Written with oodles of love for lostangelsoul3 and
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Date: 2024-02-07 05:01 am (UTC)LOL "'Mione might just be a gorgon." Hermione's wild hair dealing out some mad karma, made me snort and laugh. Harry deserves worse for opening up that can of worms and dumping it on Hermione's head, especially when he knows Ron's inability to control his mouth. Poor Hermione thinks they remember her birthday... why does it feel like she's going to be disappointed again? And the Ginny jumps in with her snipping, taking out her grumpy morning couched in snide teasing. Yeah, I get that they can't read each others minds (not Legilimens, huh), but geeez, the miscommunications / misconceptions proliferate. Some Weasels will encourage them.
Thank you for that tour through the mental acrobatics of the moggies. 🤣🧡😈