Ever since the strange disappearance of the Darrow natives for a few days, Hermione had redoubled her efforts to pull together the magic school she'd proposed to a number of her peers and closest friends. Even though she spent the majority of her time at the Lamplight, it wasn't with the same level of attentiveness as before. Bundled warmly in a soft jumper and scarves wrapped loosely over her shoulders, Hermione sat near the back of the shop with a few different sets of sheets — a floor plan for the buildings she was to construct, a checklist of materials, and names of people she had or was planning to contact to join in the effort.
When the poltergeist warned Hermione of a customer's entrance with a small, almost melodic squeak, she glanced up and stood next to the counter. Coincidentally, the man who stepped inside was one of the names high on her list of people to speak with.
"Mister Malfoy. Can I help you with something?" Hermione asked with a small smile, curious to know what had brought Malfoy to her doorstep.
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Date: 2014-12-04 06:33 pm (UTC)When the poltergeist warned Hermione of a customer's entrance with a small, almost melodic squeak, she glanced up and stood next to the counter. Coincidentally, the man who stepped inside was one of the names high on her list of people to speak with.
"Mister Malfoy. Can I help you with something?" Hermione asked with a small smile, curious to know what had brought Malfoy to her doorstep.