Post by Hermione Chambers on Jul 13, 2015 22:33:49 GMT -5
After a while, charms do expire. That was a harsh lesson that Hermione was learning after she unlocked the door to her flat and undid the ward scheme. She almost flew into a sneezing fit due to the dust that assaulted her nose in an angry fit after having been disturbed by the door.
It had been quite a while since she'd been home. Hermione had been out of England for other work assignments, usually only sending in her rent payments so as not to lose her flat. It was strange really as it had become more storage than a home due to her lengthy stays out of the country. Realistically, she had used work as an excuse to stay away, running from ghosts that she had thought long buried. Ironically it was one such ghost that had brought her back. Hermione told herself that it was only temporary, but something in her gut made her feel that this would be a more permanent return.
"Home sweet home," she muttered to herself as she dropped her worn duffel bag into the master bedroom. Another cloud of dust kicked up, ready to begin another assault on her nostrils. Hermione moved away, and looked around her room; reacquainting herself with her belongings. Her eyes drifted to the near decade old wedding photo caked in so much dust that it was hardly visible. Completely forgetting about magic, she moved forward and dusted the frame off with her hand.
Through streaks of dust, she caught the smiling visage of her late husband and herself. She hardly remembered what it was to be that happy. Hermione had gotten good at faking it, almost to the point of fooling herself. Shaking herself out of melancholy thoughts, Hermione put the frame back down and left the room.
Talking to herself, she ran down a list of what she needed to do, "Okay, so need to redo the self cleaning charms, probably go shopping... clean out old food.... dust...or not." As she passed into the hallway, she noticed that she'd forgot to shut her door again. For an auror who was almost as vigilant as the legendary Moody, Hermione was quite forgetful when it came to her domicile. She moved to close it, when she noticed someone approaching her flat.
It had been quite a while since she'd been home. Hermione had been out of England for other work assignments, usually only sending in her rent payments so as not to lose her flat. It was strange really as it had become more storage than a home due to her lengthy stays out of the country. Realistically, she had used work as an excuse to stay away, running from ghosts that she had thought long buried. Ironically it was one such ghost that had brought her back. Hermione told herself that it was only temporary, but something in her gut made her feel that this would be a more permanent return.
"Home sweet home," she muttered to herself as she dropped her worn duffel bag into the master bedroom. Another cloud of dust kicked up, ready to begin another assault on her nostrils. Hermione moved away, and looked around her room; reacquainting herself with her belongings. Her eyes drifted to the near decade old wedding photo caked in so much dust that it was hardly visible. Completely forgetting about magic, she moved forward and dusted the frame off with her hand.
Through streaks of dust, she caught the smiling visage of her late husband and herself. She hardly remembered what it was to be that happy. Hermione had gotten good at faking it, almost to the point of fooling herself. Shaking herself out of melancholy thoughts, Hermione put the frame back down and left the room.
Talking to herself, she ran down a list of what she needed to do, "Okay, so need to redo the self cleaning charms, probably go shopping... clean out old food.... dust...or not." As she passed into the hallway, she noticed that she'd forgot to shut her door again. For an auror who was almost as vigilant as the legendary Moody, Hermione was quite forgetful when it came to her domicile. She moved to close it, when she noticed someone approaching her flat.
