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She let her mind wander off, a small sad expression on her face, though it did not take long to return to the letter before her. Of course she knew who had sent it in for her. No one knew her better, and no one else had more guts, than her best friend Ginny.
The black slowly faded from the brunette’s mind but still the images of her beloved Ron hung in her mind’s eye for what seemed like ages. As her vision cleared, Hermione saw something she had not expected, as she believed that Ginny had left hours ago.
Hermione threw her coat and purse somewhere into the living room as she moved into the kitchen. She headed for the kettle but soon as she touched it her eyes fell onto the bottle of Fire Whiskey that she almost never touched. After grabbing a tumbler and blowing off the dust off the bottle she sat at the kitchen table, a look of something far from relaxed on her face.
Hermione clicked her tongue a couple of times as her eyes moved from one to the other and back again. It was a hard choice, and for the second time in her life –and that day- Hermione chose the less official looking of the two so she could put off work for at least one more moment.
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