MCA #6- Wednesday morning
Nov. 30th, 2011 05:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smartestoneHermione had stayed in Fandom because she wanted to research things from an outside perspective. If people were disappearing from home and they had no idea those people had ever existed, then it was smarter to stay here where she would remember and could get enough detail to maybe find out what was going on. So she wrote letters and tried to namedrop people to get a reaction. She checked books. She tried to find online evidence of people existing. She checked over the Prophet from day to day to look for changes. And the things she found terrified her, but she kept looking, because that was what she did. She got the information, and got it to he who fixed things.
She hadn't gotten much rest last night, going over some notes and fueling herself with coffee like that was a substitute for actual sleep. This morning she'd simply moved herself over to the sofa, going over information while idly stroking Crookshanks' fur. At least he seemed relaxed.
[For a call, but if you want to knock before that, now's your chance.]
She hadn't gotten much rest last night, going over some notes and fueling herself with coffee like that was a substitute for actual sleep. This morning she'd simply moved herself over to the sofa, going over information while idly stroking Crookshanks' fur. At least he seemed relaxed.
[For a call, but if you want to knock before that, now's your chance.]
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Date: 2011-11-30 07:38 pm (UTC)Hermione hung up, and she sort of felt the phone drop from her hand, but that didn't worry her right now. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She had to do something. It felt like hours as she stood there deciding what to do when in fact it was only seconds.
She had to go back.
It was stupid and she knew it. If there were problems, she shouldn't be there. When Harry Potter told you something was too dangerous, maybe you should think about that. But she had to know. She had to see if she could find him, or Ron, or Ginny. Maybe it was just Harry that had... She couldn't even think the word gone. She was a Gryffindor; doing brave but incredibly reckless things was practically a requirement.
After those seconds, she went to the kitchen to make sure Crookshanks had food, and told him very seriously, "I'm coming back with them if I can, but I will be back," like he understood.
And then she did the stupidest thing she would ever do, and Apparated out.
Just in time to have never existed.