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[leviohhhhsa]

Who: Hermione Granger, Martha Jones, later Severus Snape
What: Hermione sometimes feels like the only sober person in the world.
Where: The Valhalla Inn, followed by the Snape-Jones Cottage.
When: Following this.
Warnings: TBA. Drunkenness?

Hermione is going to murder Severus Snape.

Except she's not, is she? No, because he was worried about his wife. Because there were monsters dropping from the sky. Because this is a horrible place for anyone to be. Because she probably owes him her life and certainly owes him a cloak. No, she's not going to murder him. She's just going to quietly fume, even though the rational part of her mind is refusing to let her act on it.

If she thinks of this as a favour to Martha, she'll feel much better, she decides. Martha is lovely- and she's ever so tempted, briefly, for a moment or to, to think she deserves so much better...but Snape is a war hero.

And a bully.

But a war hero. Who is devoted to Martha.

Oh, it's not like it's her business anyway, she chides herself grumpily, more because she's thinking herself in circles than out of guilt. She needs her wits around her; monsters still lurk, after all.

She looks distinctly tired, and no wonder. Her hair's tied back in a plait and hasn't been washed in a while. There's a bruise on her cheek she hasn't had the chance to get rid of yet, and a number of them on her arms, not to mention little cuts and scratches she didn't want to waste Dittany on. Her clothes are relatively clean thanks to a few convenient spells but she's neglected to clean off her trainers, which are muddy, dusty and bloody. The oversight was just that- an oversight. She forgot. She is, after all, somewhat understandably frazzled.

She Apparates to a known safehouse in Mog Hill rather than straight to the Valhalla Inn, just in case, and walks the rest of the wall, almost surprised by how tired she is. She smiles at the (equally exhausted, apparently) person at the desk- "New arrival, well, return arrival, just letting her out."

And then she walks. Finds the room with the closed door. "Martha?" she calls, fingers on the handle, before she opens it. "Pro- Sn- Se- your husband couldn't come, so he asked me to come and meet you..."

(And no, for the record, she's really not expecting to find her drunk as well).