Room 308, Sunday morning

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Hermione woke up slowly, though she realized the bed did seem smaller than she was used to. She opened her eyes, sitting up to see what the problem was, and was surprised to see the ginger cat sleeping at the foot of the bed. "Crookshanks?" she said, frowning. He hadn't been alive for years...

She looked around the room, blinking as she took in the now-vaguely familiar setting. Of course.

And sighed. "Honestly."


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[smartestone]

"I would hope that you would come and get me long before that," she said, almost teasing back. "I'd prefer you over the owls from the Ministry telling me to come back to work..."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"Yes. If I could actually find you in that place. You'd probably go back into that special collections place and find an unwritten version of Hogwarts a History and get lost forever."

[smartestone]

"Of course I wouldn't," Hermione assured him. "I would need a pass from a teacher to get in. It's the rules."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"Like you'd let that stop you dirty bookworm," Ron teased.

[smartestone]

"Only if I really needed to," she insisted. "I have to set a good example."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

Ron just chuckled as he shook his head. "I'd would've thought your job at the ministry would have stopped your academic pursuits."