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Hermione's eyes are red from crying. It's been only a few hours since Ron suddenly turned up in Darrow, but already, the city feels entirely different in having him here. Closing up shop for the day was the easiest decision Hermione's made since arriving, and moving Ron into the Nook went without saying. Since his arrival, Hermione's found it hard to tear herself away from his side, hands constantly reaching for his arm and needing the reassurance of having him physically by her side.
Only once she reminds herself that he hasn't been away from her side for all that long does Hermione finally relent, giving Ron an opportunity to explore the city for herself. There's nothing wrong with having missed him as much as she has, but she's never wanted to be the stifling type either.
Exhausted, she lays her head on the dining room table, soon falling asleep.
She wakes up to the sound of Remus' grindylow tapping angrily against the glass and making faces in her direction. Eyes narrowing, Hermione sighs as she gets to her feet, a soft smile on her lips.
"I'm sorry for having missed your mealtime, but you don't have to behave like that, you know. A gentler tap would have gotten the message across far more politely," Hermione points out, grabbing a few small sardines from the ice box and dropping them by the grindylow, who dips down and attacks them immediately. "Isn't it Remus' turn to be feeding you?"
Only once she reminds herself that he hasn't been away from her side for all that long does Hermione finally relent, giving Ron an opportunity to explore the city for herself. There's nothing wrong with having missed him as much as she has, but she's never wanted to be the stifling type either.
Exhausted, she lays her head on the dining room table, soon falling asleep.
She wakes up to the sound of Remus' grindylow tapping angrily against the glass and making faces in her direction. Eyes narrowing, Hermione sighs as she gets to her feet, a soft smile on her lips.
"I'm sorry for having missed your mealtime, but you don't have to behave like that, you know. A gentler tap would have gotten the message across far more politely," Hermione points out, grabbing a few small sardines from the ice box and dropping them by the grindylow, who dips down and attacks them immediately. "Isn't it Remus' turn to be feeding you?"