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Hermione has been restless all day. It’s only when she receives a third owl from Percy Weasley that she officially experiences a collapse in her restraint.
September 26th 5:45 PM
H: I am going to kill your brother.
G: I thought we established the ground rules for hexing them? Under the shoulders only. Nothing that will disfigure their faces and alert Mum. She has been enough to deal with all on her own lately.
H: Has she?
G: Yes, she keeps comparing James to the boys. “Oh, Charlie said ‘dada’ far earlier than this,” “George and Fred were pulling up onto the sofa by now,” “Shouldn’t he be able to come to me for more than fifteen minutes? Ronald was never this tiresome.”
G: Don’t even get me started.
H: That’s incredibly frustrating.
G: I have a wickedly short fuse today. It was already gnawed away at this morning.
H: Well, we can fume together.
H: I feel like I have been annoyed all bloody day as well.
H: I already went to kickboxing, responded to all of my correspondence, phoned my parents, and cleaned out my entire wardrobe of superfluous summer clothing.
H: Autumn and winter are charmed and folded, and it is now abundantly clear to me that I have too many jumpers.
G: No such thing.
G: Hermione, you need to do something that actually reinforces relaxation. Can’t you just wait to hex Percy until Monday?
H: I suppose.
N: I’m not sure why I’m here.
G: I’m sure she’ll get to it, Nev
N: Righto
G: What did Percy do?
H: Oh, the usual!
H: He kept me in the office late last night, he moved agenda items without telling me. I looked ahead on my calendar and a meeting I had scheduled with Kingsley for Monday has now completely vanished. Not to mention, he has subtly hinted to me that the Weasley family won’t be signing on to support my project.
G: He’s just on a power trip again.
H: Can’t I go above him?
N: Can you owl Bill?
H: I think I have to.
G: He’s in France for Gabrielle’s wedding.
H: Oh bollocks it all.
N: Wish I could help Mione, but I’m taking Pansy out tonight.
H: Is this the first proper date?
N: Something like that.
H: Wait, you actually can help me, Neville.
H: Just say yes when I ask you for access to a door in your flat please.
N: I stopped questioning you a long time ago.
H: Brilliant
G: I would take you out, but Harry is due home from his mission tonight.
G: Want to come over and keep me company?
H: No. I’m too distressed for that. I feel like I would just put James in a sour mood.
N: Maybe it’s time you learn Occlumency? Harry told me it does wonders for him.
G: Harry’s almost too good at compartmentalization.
G: It’s not always so easy for everyone else.
G: Neville, vent to us so we don’t feel so alone.
N: Right, well, I’m a touch nervous for my date tonight. I feel as if she may eat me alive.
G: You've slayed snakes before.
H: Exactly. I’m sure you can handle Pansy Parkinson.
H: What flowers are you planning to bring?
N: {Photo of single rose}
H: Oh, gorgeous!
H: Those are so lovely, Neville.
G: Harry never brings me flowers anymore.
H: Yes, but, he always keeps you stocked in Jaffa Cakes, and he makes you the perfect G&T.
G: Stop using logic against me.
H: I have no one bringing me anything.
G: Excuse me.
G: That is not entirely true.
N: What’s this now?
G: Hermione was sent quite the breakfast spread the other morning.
H: Well, that’s a mute point. Thought I’d hear from him today. Haven’t. Haven’t heard a single solitary peep.
N: I would have thought you could phone a bloke, Mione.
N: Also, who are we talking about?
G: A mystery man Hermione has been texting.
N: Oh, the one from the photo?
H: I have absolutely no idea.
H: Wait.
H: Is it?
H: Ginevra Potter. Is the healer the same person as the one in the photo?
G: What photo?
N: The one I sent to you last night.
G: Merlin.
H: You’ve seen the photo?
G: Bit blurry isn’t it?
H: You all are conspiring against me, I swear to Circe.
N: Mione, do you know who the wizard in the photo is?
H: Do you? Is the better question.
H: Ginny? You’re awfully quiet suddenly.
H: Actually, it doesn’t matter. He hasn’t texted. He clearly doesn't want to speak to me.
N: I hate to do this, but I really have to run.
H: Yes, have a wonderful date, Neville. Ginny, have an absolutely lovely time waiting for Harry to come home. I have to run as well. I have something very important to attend to tonight.
G: Mione, come on.
G: Hermione!
Ignored call from Gin
Ignored call from Gin
September 26th 11:45 PM
G: I’m trynfdg not tobe offendesed you have ted texxded me
G: Butg I thigujft you would
G: You didnkt
H: Granger, are you pissed?
G: Mmightbe
H: What happened?
G: DIn;t wantto think
G: Itss;s everuirthning
G: Its; Pershy
G: Percvy
G: Ughhhhh Percy
G: My frienssa
G: Yoyu
H: Do you have any Sober Up?
G: Nooooope
H: How long have you been drinking?
G: Pheewws a nbit
H: Okay, love, listen. Where are you?
G: OUyt
H: Are you at your local or the same pub as last week?
G: Yes. Thje pub
H: Sitting at the bar?
G: Yes
H: In about two minutes Simon from behind the bar is going to hand you a sobering potion. It’s my brew. I’m owling it there right now.
H: Please drink it.