Room 308, Wednesday evening

[smartestone]

Finals week means Hermione is pretty much unheard and unseen. Well, unheard except for the sound of pages turning and unseen except for the top of her head over a book. Also, 'finals week' kind of means the whole month of December for her. She's a little serious about this sort of thing.

She hears Crookshanks scratching at the door, but tries to ignore it just long enough to get through her first notebook from World History class. Finally she gets up, watching him wander down the hall, and leaves the door open so he can come back without interrupting her studying.

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Good. And so do I." He stretched to his feet, then glanced at the map. "Think I could take that with me? Just in case he reappears as mysteriously as he vanished?"

[smartestone]

She looks a little wary, because... map, and she still has arguments about Harry's, but nods. There are only two names on there anyway. "Return it when you're finished?" she asks, offering it to him.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You have my word." He accepted it, rolling it carefully, and held it between his hands. "You'll let me know if you figure out anything else?"

[smartestone]

"I promise," she answers immediately, nodding.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack couldn't help but believe her. All he could find to say was thank you, which was getting old, and his more tangible methods of showing appreciation weren't going to work here. So he settled for touching the map to his forehead in a kind of salute. "If he turns up, I'll let you know."

[smartestone]

"Oh, you'd better," she says, because she's not planning on worrying only to hear it on the radio a week from now. "I'm very good at using a phone, if nothing else."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Count on it." Jack nodded once and headed for the door. "See you, Hermione."