Alright I’m bored someone write with me….
having a moment of my writing is complete and utter shit…hopefully the shit storm will blow over like the wonderful winter storm brewing outside my doors.
bonus if you specify
I’m not going to lie…I kinda want to try my hand at Draco… I think he’d be fun….
"You don’t speak too kindly of them," he noted. She had said earlier a falling out had been what pushed her on to a new city and a new slate. He could imagine. She wasn’t the only one who ran to New York City to escape the past.
He chuckled. He appreciated how considerate she was being, but he wasn’t the type to take to being walked around like eggshells. “How about we see how I’m feeling after we get you some furnishings, hmm?”
At this point they’d made it to the bottom of the stairs. He held the door into the lobby open for her. “After you.”
Hermione knew her face pulled into an unflattering frown. She hated speaking of the two men who were suppose to be friends. Not with the way that things fell apart. ” Yes, well lets just say a person tends to get a bit sour when you bust your arse throughout school, ensuring that two friends pass and then go through some pretty monumental things, only to have them run off on you as soon as your out of school.”
At the mention of furniture Hermione felt a bit better, letting go of the bitterness towards her once friends. This was her new start, a new chance to make new friends. ” Yes, I have somewhat of an idea of what I”m looking for. Lucky for you I’m the sort of girl who gets in and gets out, and gets what she needs. I don’t have the patience for looking around aimlessly. Unless we are talking about vinyls, then that is a different story.”
Making her way into the store, Hermione glanced around at the items for sale, a few catching her attention instantly.
After the rather uncalled for strike towards those Joe could only assume had been the girl’s friends, Joe stayed quiet. The situation was no doubt awkward, but no worse than those he’d heard people lament about while on shift at the bar. Only difference was alcohol tended to be a good excuse for a loose tongue and a forgiving memory. With this bitterness Joe could only guess how deep the event must have struck the girl. All he could do was offer her a genuinely empathetic look and let the quiet say more than he could.
Having managed to get to a local furniture place, a walk that hadn’t been too terrible despite the quietness, he held the door for her. “I doubt they’d have any of those here,” he commented in regard to her record collection. He personally had never quite caught on to the new fad. He remembered when CDs came out, their quality so much crisper and less likely to break that cassettes and his parents’ old records, the whole family had never looked back. But he made no move to judge the girl on her tastes. Just gave a small shrug. “So what are we looking for, exactly? ‘S already got the essential stuff — bed and stove, refrigerator — you need a chair or couch or something? Little book shelf?” There really wasn’t a lot of room. He wondered just how much The girl realized this.
Hermione could hear in her new friends voice the hesitation about her like of old form music, something Ron and Harry hadn’t caught onto as well. ” There are specific nuances in the lack of clarity that records bring out. A richness if you will, it was also something my Father and I had in common.” She smiled fondly at the memory of her and her Father laying on the floor of their den, listening to music for hours.
" As for the items for my room, I can see the doubt all over your face.Remember I’m a private school brat. I know how to make the most of a incredibly small space. I know what I"m looking for, so fear not." She wasn’t worried if nothing came of the trip, just getting out to explore her new surroundings was good enough, she knew the next few months wouldn’t be easy, but she was welcoming the change.
K I think I only have two more replies then caught up…anyone want a thread…message?