"Sorry," Remus says, bustling into the doorway with a bag of groceries under one arm and shutting the door with the other, giving it a good thump to make sure that it stays closed and latched and doesn't blow open later that night. "I am sorry, Hermione," he adds, peering at her over the scraggly leaves of a head of celery.
He deposits the bag on the nearest flat surface and starts unwinding himself from his jacket, trying to stop himself from being rushed. Now that he's back, and Hermione has already taken care of his chores for the night, at any rate.
"I didn't mean to be so late. With Ron here and everything ... I know. Well, you know. I just thought I'd get ahead on making sure he'd have everything he might need. Toothbrushes. Socks. You know, if he gives you lip."
Remus nods to the grindylow. "Just give him a good telling off, if you know what I mean. That's how they are."
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Date: 2014-03-17 05:50 pm (UTC)He deposits the bag on the nearest flat surface and starts unwinding himself from his jacket, trying to stop himself from being rushed. Now that he's back, and Hermione has already taken care of his chores for the night, at any rate.
"I didn't mean to be so late. With Ron here and everything ... I know. Well, you know. I just thought I'd get ahead on making sure he'd have everything he might need. Toothbrushes. Socks. You know, if he gives you lip."
Remus nods to the grindylow. "Just give him a good telling off, if you know what I mean. That's how they are."