Post by Hermione Granger on Mar 12, 2009 13:58:47 GMT
Hermione chugged back the butterbeer and plonked the glass on the table. She waved over the smiling waitress who picked it up and looked at her expectantly. "Another one please, Denise," Hermione smiled tiredly at the young woman. Denise nodded and moved away with the empty glass. Hermione's eyes followed her slim figure, dark hair pulled into a high ponytail. She was a sweet, polite girl, always friendly and smiling. She was quite the opposite of Hermione. She said she had never been the academic sort. The moment she could she left school and picked up a job here at this pub. She was satisfied with her life. Hermione couldn't see how, but she admired the other woman, in a way. Unlike Denise, she couldn't be happy with just the little things in life. Hermione Granger had always been a high achiever. Losing your best friend didn't change that, though it did knock all the will to live out of you.
It wasn't usual for Hermione to be out of her cottage in Hogsmeade. However, recently she had begun to frequent this pub. It was one of the smaller, more obscure ones, unlike The Three Broomsticks. Hermione liked it because no one here seemed to recognise her or care in the slightest. People treated her like a stranger here so she could mould with the shadows and be invisible. Hermione didn't come here to be social anyway. She came for a drink and some fresh air. She was beginning to feel cornered in her own house and after her conversation with Adam a few weeks ago in the staff room, Hermione had begun to think differently. She had started to try to smile more; attempted to arrange her negativity into positivity. They were small steps, such as forcing herself to come to her local pub for butterbeer and talking to the young waitress who worked there, but it was better than no steps, right?
Hermione's eyes scanned the room quickly. It was always half full - never quiet enough to be labelled empty, and yet never bursting with customers. Hermione never recognised a single person here, but today, her eyes stopped on a crop of sandy-blonde hair. Her face froze. It was short, fair. It was Adam's hair. Hermione's mind raced. She had been coming to this pub for about two weeks - probably less - and she had never seen Adam or any other colleagues here even once. She had made sure of it. They all went to The Three Broomsticks. So how come he was here? He wasn't following her, surely. Hermione's eyes creased in confusion and she stood up. Well, if Adam was here it was only polite to say hello. She wasn't cold enough to ignore him and she didn't really want to either. She liked Adam. He had made her see things differently... or rather, opened her eyes up to take on her real self again. Hermione had become a coward over the last year but things were beginning to change, mainly thanks to him.
Hermione crossed to the other side of the small pub. Adam had his face turned from her so she could only see the back of his head, but the closer she approached the more certain she was it was him. It was the same shape of head, the same ears. She reached out to tap him lightly on the shoulder, but when he turned around Hermione blinked and her hand shot back again, as though stung. Her eyes stared, wide, and then she frowned. "Ah, I'm sorry," she finally said after an awkward, confused silence. She began to retrace her steps backwards. "I thought you were someone else. You... look just like him." Despite moving away already, Hermione's eyes continued to stare at the man long and hard. This stranger had Adam's face - yes, almost identical. If Hermione wasn't such a sharp person she may have been fooled by such similarity. They had the same dark green eyes, identical noses and jaws. However, this man had messier hair, more unkept, and stubble ran along his handsome face. No. Hermione was sure this was not Adam, although the similarity was uncanny. She could barely believe her eyes.
Hermione's curiosity got the better of her. She stopped backing away and stepped forward once, still wary and on guard but intrigued. "I'm sorry, but... are you related to Adam Greene? I... You look a lot like a man I... I work with." Doubt laced Hermione's voice. She didn't want to sound a raving lunatic. However, her determination and stubbornness forced her legs to stay where they were until she got her answers.
"Hermione?" Hermione looked up to see Denise staring at her questioningly, butterbeer in hand. She held it out to her. "Your butterbeer," Denise smiled.
Hermione mirrored her gesture. "Oh thanks." After she took the butterbeer, Denise moved away. Hermione's eyes looked back at the stranger who could easily have been Adam's twin for an answer.
It wasn't usual for Hermione to be out of her cottage in Hogsmeade. However, recently she had begun to frequent this pub. It was one of the smaller, more obscure ones, unlike The Three Broomsticks. Hermione liked it because no one here seemed to recognise her or care in the slightest. People treated her like a stranger here so she could mould with the shadows and be invisible. Hermione didn't come here to be social anyway. She came for a drink and some fresh air. She was beginning to feel cornered in her own house and after her conversation with Adam a few weeks ago in the staff room, Hermione had begun to think differently. She had started to try to smile more; attempted to arrange her negativity into positivity. They were small steps, such as forcing herself to come to her local pub for butterbeer and talking to the young waitress who worked there, but it was better than no steps, right?
Hermione's eyes scanned the room quickly. It was always half full - never quiet enough to be labelled empty, and yet never bursting with customers. Hermione never recognised a single person here, but today, her eyes stopped on a crop of sandy-blonde hair. Her face froze. It was short, fair. It was Adam's hair. Hermione's mind raced. She had been coming to this pub for about two weeks - probably less - and she had never seen Adam or any other colleagues here even once. She had made sure of it. They all went to The Three Broomsticks. So how come he was here? He wasn't following her, surely. Hermione's eyes creased in confusion and she stood up. Well, if Adam was here it was only polite to say hello. She wasn't cold enough to ignore him and she didn't really want to either. She liked Adam. He had made her see things differently... or rather, opened her eyes up to take on her real self again. Hermione had become a coward over the last year but things were beginning to change, mainly thanks to him.
Hermione crossed to the other side of the small pub. Adam had his face turned from her so she could only see the back of his head, but the closer she approached the more certain she was it was him. It was the same shape of head, the same ears. She reached out to tap him lightly on the shoulder, but when he turned around Hermione blinked and her hand shot back again, as though stung. Her eyes stared, wide, and then she frowned. "Ah, I'm sorry," she finally said after an awkward, confused silence. She began to retrace her steps backwards. "I thought you were someone else. You... look just like him." Despite moving away already, Hermione's eyes continued to stare at the man long and hard. This stranger had Adam's face - yes, almost identical. If Hermione wasn't such a sharp person she may have been fooled by such similarity. They had the same dark green eyes, identical noses and jaws. However, this man had messier hair, more unkept, and stubble ran along his handsome face. No. Hermione was sure this was not Adam, although the similarity was uncanny. She could barely believe her eyes.
Hermione's curiosity got the better of her. She stopped backing away and stepped forward once, still wary and on guard but intrigued. "I'm sorry, but... are you related to Adam Greene? I... You look a lot like a man I... I work with." Doubt laced Hermione's voice. She didn't want to sound a raving lunatic. However, her determination and stubbornness forced her legs to stay where they were until she got her answers.
"Hermione?" Hermione looked up to see Denise staring at her questioningly, butterbeer in hand. She held it out to her. "Your butterbeer," Denise smiled.
Hermione mirrored her gesture. "Oh thanks." After she took the butterbeer, Denise moved away. Hermione's eyes looked back at the stranger who could easily have been Adam's twin for an answer.