I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
“Guess you could love.” The young witch replied, before holding out a hand to shake, “I’m Ellana.”
She took her hand without much hesitation, feeling rather pleased that she seemingly made a friend without even trying. “I’m Hermione Granger, but you can just call me Hermione. Can I ask what exactly you’re doing here? Looking for new music?”
The brunette sends the knife zooming through the air, not long after the other moves out of range. It lodges in the bullseye with a THUD! Cue a satisfied smirk upon crimson lips, as she turns to face the girl. “What are you doing here?”
Eyes wide, she hadn’t moved a muscle as it had happened all too fast. When she heard the thud, she turned her head, taking in the knife that had hit the bullseye. She was actually rather impressed. However, she could not help but comment on how d a n g e r o u s that had been. “You should really watch where you’re throwing things.”
”I do actually! Hold on just one second,” Zhala tells the stranger, rummaging around in her purse for a couple coins and handing it to the brunette with a smile. “There you go!”
It was not every day that she ran into someone whom did not seem overly annoyed by people– that kind of welcoming personality was not common in today’s world and if it was, they did not show it to her. She graciously took the coins from the girl and then handed them over to the woman behind the counter with a smile. Then, she turned to the one that had helped her out during her time of need.
“I hate to be a bother, but are you busy? You see, I haven’t met very many.. nice individuals and sitting by one’s self might be just a tad too lonely.”
“You’re in Midgar at the moment a few blocks away from my shop” she would cross her arms in a slightly defensive motion “Where was it you were headed, it shouldn’t be too hard to find the right path for you”. She wasn’t keen about talking to strangers but she certainly looked lost.
“Midgar?” she repeated, looking at the girl. Perhaps she had taken a wrong turn? “That’s not in Britain, is it?” She frowned a bit, brows following suit to enunciate how confused she was at that moment. “I suppose I wasn’t exactly heading anywhere in particular,” she replied to the question, eyes roaming around their current whereabouts. “I do apologize if I’m being a bother though.”
It was her look that had a smile gracing his lips.
“Funny, I thought you might have forgotten.”
“But alright, Hermione. I’m game. Happy camping. What sort of plan have you got in your head, then?”
She had missed that smile of his. Oh, so much more than she had realized. She reached over to give him a playful shove with her hand, shaking her hand at his comment. “I didn’t forget. Merely misplaced the piece of information, that’s all.”
Hermione then tilted her head, her body turning away from him as she found a seat on the couch. “Hmm, there is one place that I fancy going. It was one of my favorite spots as a kid. Quite secluded, but there was a nice, small lake that would be nice for swimming in. There’s a couple of beautifully large trees that make for nice shade, too.”
Was it wrong that nearly the entirety of their last year was spent camping?
“Hermione…? Yes, of course, I’ve gone camping. Minus the…. ahhh … insane amount of daily fear we were going to be found and killed… Ron leaving after the worst row, best months of my life, actually.”
She had to resist the need to roll her eyes at her friend’s obviousness. ”Obviously, Harry– but I mean actual camping. I use to do it all the time when I was younger with mum and dad, so I thought it might be fun with it being just you and me. It’ll be under much more happier circumstances this time.
–and we won’t have to worry about someone trying to kill us.“
It occurred to him that this meant something to her, this need to go celebrate something good. While he might not give a bloody damn about it, he saw how much she worried.
“Where do you want to go?”
She instantly smiled when the male had finally agreed. While he may not see the point, she did and she was so sure that he would end up having a good time with her. If anything, he would get out of this blasted house – that was something.
“Somewhere that only has good feelings.”
She thought about it for a moment; quite a few of their favorite spots had been tainted. The castle was not yet entirely rebuilt, Hogsmeade wasn’t at all the same either. The burrow had mostly good memories but there was some negative mixed in there, too. They couldn’t go to either of their homes because in truth, what was supposed to be their homes did not feel as such. Both were empty and rather depressing.
“What about.. we go somewhere in Britain. Somewhere away from all things magical.”
His mind stuttered at her last few words. With face averted, Harry shut his eyes for a moment, reminding himself that she was not someone he should be turning to. Ron needed her more. Especially now. He had no right to infringe on her time.
“I do trust you, Hermione.”
And I need you, too. Harry left the last left unspoken.
She watched the chosen boy in front of her - yes, she had lost a lot, but it was different for him. Because he had not started out with much in the first place and then after finally gaining something to call his own– it was essentially ripped right out of his hands. Whilst he had her, it was more than likely not enough to fix the broken soul within in. But she had to try. She must.
“Good. I would assume after all this time, it should be that way. If it wasn’t, I would be quite hurt. If it’s not obvious, I trust you.”
