hermione was feeling down. she’s been bottling all these feelings for weeks- but, she has never allowed herself to crack. no, not when ron and harry need her the most. not when her parents won’t even know who she is anymore soon enough, because she’s convinced herself that’s what she needs to do. and it didn’t help with the way people looked at her every time she was in a shop- she just couldn’t take it anymore. and when she felt like she couldn’t breath anymore, with all those judging eyes on her, she stormed out of the shop and down the alley. she was not crying, she was not allowing herself to do so until she gets somewhere safe, away from the prying eyes.
with her head held down, she did not see anyone walking down the street and surely she did not see roger- someone who also contributed to her confused haze of thoughts- so when she bumps into him, she quickly takes a step back from him as if she’s been struck and looks up to see him. she swallows hard, he looks exactly as she remembered, maybe even better. ‘ i-i am sorry, roger. i-didn’t want to collide into you like this.’ her voice was soft and not as loud as always because she was afraid that if she was to speak louder, she’d break.
// @rogerdavics