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hogwashWho: Hermione & Katie
What: Lunch break poisoning!
Where: Diagon Alley cafe
When: Mid-afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Therefore, Hermione decided to venture inside the popular coffee shop, as opposed to taking her usual table in the sidewalk seating area. Immediately entering the establishment, she was taken aback by the mass of witches and wizards crowded around tables, noting the frantic-looking servers, cashiers, and baristas trying to keep up. She was hoping for a table by the window, wanting a quiet corner of the shop so that she could work as she had lunch, but couldn't find one open. Damn. Hermione thought for a brief moment to leave and have her lunch back in her office, but she was a creature of habit; thus, she put her head down and bee-lined for the nearest open table for two, hanging her satchel on the back of her chair.
She took a few moments to catch her breath and throw her hair, which was now bushier than it's been in quite a while due to the moisture in the air, up into a loose bun. Moments later, a server whom she didn't recognize approached. He looked fresh out of Hogwarts, his boyish grin trying to hide how flustered he was with this crowd. The boy was lanky, which reminded her of Ron, though he had dark hair that curled a bit. He wore a green name tag that read: Finley.
"What can I get for you, madam?" Finley asked, pulling a quill and parchment pad from his pocket.
Madam? Goodness, do I look like a 'madam' now? Hermione sighed and put on a friendly smile. "I'll have a cup of the fresh vegetable soup, please. And a glass of water."
Finley scribbled her order down and muttered something that sounded like 'thank you should be out shortly" before dashing back to the kitchens. He was an anxious bloke, wasn't he? Hermione mused, but shook the thought when she realized she could get ahead on some reading for work while she waited for her soup.
Hermione sifted through her bag, shaking her head at herself when she realized she'd left the research article she had been reading on her desk. All she had was a copy of the Prophet that was a few days old. Better than nothing.. She remembered reading the first few pages of top news (she always made it a point to read the Ministry's publications first), and then she thumbed through the pages, skimming the titles. Her eyes widened when she saw the large article on Harpies' Alicia Spinnet.... replacing Ginny Weasley?? Oh, what a horrible friend I've been! I had no idea! That must be why she was so upset last time I saw her... It all made sense now. Hermione made a mental note to owl her best female friend as soon as she returned to her office.
What: Lunch break poisoning!
Where: Diagon Alley cafe
When: Mid-afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Therefore, Hermione decided to venture inside the popular coffee shop, as opposed to taking her usual table in the sidewalk seating area. Immediately entering the establishment, she was taken aback by the mass of witches and wizards crowded around tables, noting the frantic-looking servers, cashiers, and baristas trying to keep up. She was hoping for a table by the window, wanting a quiet corner of the shop so that she could work as she had lunch, but couldn't find one open. Damn. Hermione thought for a brief moment to leave and have her lunch back in her office, but she was a creature of habit; thus, she put her head down and bee-lined for the nearest open table for two, hanging her satchel on the back of her chair.
She took a few moments to catch her breath and throw her hair, which was now bushier than it's been in quite a while due to the moisture in the air, up into a loose bun. Moments later, a server whom she didn't recognize approached. He looked fresh out of Hogwarts, his boyish grin trying to hide how flustered he was with this crowd. The boy was lanky, which reminded her of Ron, though he had dark hair that curled a bit. He wore a green name tag that read: Finley.
"What can I get for you, madam?" Finley asked, pulling a quill and parchment pad from his pocket.
Madam? Goodness, do I look like a 'madam' now? Hermione sighed and put on a friendly smile. "I'll have a cup of the fresh vegetable soup, please. And a glass of water."
Finley scribbled her order down and muttered something that sounded like 'thank you should be out shortly" before dashing back to the kitchens. He was an anxious bloke, wasn't he? Hermione mused, but shook the thought when she realized she could get ahead on some reading for work while she waited for her soup.
Hermione sifted through her bag, shaking her head at herself when she realized she'd left the research article she had been reading on her desk. All she had was a copy of the Prophet that was a few days old. Better than nothing.. She remembered reading the first few pages of top news (she always made it a point to read the Ministry's publications first), and then she thumbed through the pages, skimming the titles. Her eyes widened when she saw the large article on Harpies' Alicia Spinnet.... replacing Ginny Weasley?? Oh, what a horrible friend I've been! I had no idea! That must be why she was so upset last time I saw her... It all made sense now. Hermione made a mental note to owl her best female friend as soon as she returned to her office.
