With the month nearly gone, Billy intends on getting in all the cowboy stereotypes he hasn't mastered (or tried to master) yet. One of them is horse riding, and while he's had a few lessons and isn't the most comfortable on one, he sometimes likes heading out to the stables and just hanging out with them for a little while.
Which sounds weird, but it really isn't.
He always expects someone to be around, whether an actual islander or a fake stable hand, but he doesn't expect to see someone familiar, let alone Hermione. She's the last person he'd expect to see around the horses, but then again, he wouldn't have thought he would enjoy being around them either.
"Hey, Hermione," he says, spurs clicking as he walks over, grin on his face. "I didn't know you liked horses."
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Date: 2012-04-24 06:42 am (UTC)Which sounds weird, but it really isn't.
He always expects someone to be around, whether an actual islander or a fake stable hand, but he doesn't expect to see someone familiar, let alone Hermione. She's the last person he'd expect to see around the horses, but then again, he wouldn't have thought he would enjoy being around them either.
"Hey, Hermione," he says, spurs clicking as he walks over, grin on his face. "I didn't know you liked horses."