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clevernessThe stables which newly appeared with the change of scenery reminded Hermione a bit of home. The similarities weren't that great in number; the sky was too arid, the sun too relentless, and surely the garb alone was jarring. If anything, April felt a bit like living in a film, a certain slice of culture that Hermione hadn't expected to acquaint herself with and one that seemed perfectly constructed for the silver screen. Yet, the horse stables felt like home, perhaps because ever since the age of twelve, Hagrid and his animals had been a constant in Hermione's life, and one that she sorely missed.
They were nothing like the monsters Hagrid tended to prefer, admittedly, the horses beautiful and largely tame. There were wilder stallions who ran in the distance, but Hermione had no desire to try and break them in. Instead, she stood by the stables out of curiosity, smiling as she watched them bob down occasionally to the water trough, no doubt just as thirsty as the rest of them.
As for Hermione, she'd come here for a reason. Ginny's disappearance was one that shook her, in its way. Perhaps that wasn't unexpected— Ginny was, after all, the best girl friend Hermione had ever had, and losing her was like losing a part of herself. But neither did it draw panic out of Hermione, who believed that what came after the island wasn't necessarily positive or negative, but instead just another leg of life. Surprises were to be expected. Losses as well.
It was enough to make her restless and draw her out of the offices, but not enough to fall apart, and maybe that was something she'd gotten used to in the past years as well.
They were nothing like the monsters Hagrid tended to prefer, admittedly, the horses beautiful and largely tame. There were wilder stallions who ran in the distance, but Hermione had no desire to try and break them in. Instead, she stood by the stables out of curiosity, smiling as she watched them bob down occasionally to the water trough, no doubt just as thirsty as the rest of them.
As for Hermione, she'd come here for a reason. Ginny's disappearance was one that shook her, in its way. Perhaps that wasn't unexpected— Ginny was, after all, the best girl friend Hermione had ever had, and losing her was like losing a part of herself. But neither did it draw panic out of Hermione, who believed that what came after the island wasn't necessarily positive or negative, but instead just another leg of life. Surprises were to be expected. Losses as well.
It was enough to make her restless and draw her out of the offices, but not enough to fall apart, and maybe that was something she'd gotten used to in the past years as well.