Office hours- Friday

[smartestone]

In between working on class for Monday, Hermione was trying to write a letter. In truth, she'd been trying to cohesively describe everything that had been happening for about a week now, and hadn't had much luck. You try explaining it.

So really, it wasn't so much that she was trying to take a break from class in order to write, but rather the other way around.

[Open. I'm going to stab myself in the hand so going to urgent care will give me something to do.]

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[charming_thief]

And that was when Neal decided to turn on the charm. Well, more than before, anyway.

"Nothing," he said evasively. "You've got a lot of intel on this place, you know that?"

[smartestone]

"Of course I do," Hermione said. "I went here for two years, and what I don't know I've at least attempted to research. Was there more you wanted to know?"

[charming_thief]

"Nah, nah, I think I'm good," he said after a minute. And again with the devious eyeing. "Uh -- nice talking to you, Hermione."

Followed by the charming smile he saved for pretty girls. Hey, girl-Peter or not, she was still hot.