Running and hiding was becoming all they ever thought about.
The three friends were looking over their shoulders, listening to the radio for anyone they knew to be reported dead or missing, and trying to figure out how to finally gain the upper hand. Days were spent scouting nearby areas for any snatchers or death eaters and casting charms to ward off any danger. Days were also spent hunting for any stray animals and for doing what little reading they could thanks to Hermione's collection of books she had brought along with her. Nights were spent cooking and huddling around the radio, trying to remind themselves why they had turned their back on their school and friends and families. The three friends seldom spoke of past memories, conversations more often than not, snippets of possible solutions to the horcrux problem in front of them, staring them down.
It had been twenty-two hours since Ron stormed off and Hermione was growing increasingly worried. The stillness seemed all the more oppressive as she had to steer her mind away from fearing the worst. Ron would be careful, he would eventually return once he cooled off and remembered why they were on an almost impossible mission. Though the three sometimes ventured into a small town to restock supplies, they were very much isolated and the pressure was always difficult to defuse. Hermione knew Ron had to miss his family and wonder if he was doing the right thing. Still, she was still surprised by his outburst and knew she had made the right choice by not going after him. Ron often needed space whenever he was engulfed by anger. It usually passed within an hour and they would be back to smiles but they were no longer at school, they were dealing with far more serious problems than exams or essays.
Hermione had to believe Ron would return soon but she also knew she and Harry had to continue to move. It was unwise to stay in one area for more than a week. What would happen when they had to leave? They couldn't leave Ron a note as it could fall into the wrong hands. A clue would be risky as well. Hermione could hardly rest with the anxiety crushing her heart. Ron's pessimism was something she nor Harry needed and she hoped he would eventually return. The sooner the better. That said, with Ron gone she had noticed there was less tension in the air. Hermione rose from the wooden bench and went into the small kitchen and began to fiddle with the wood burning stove. They had to keep spells and other magical incidents to a minimum to be safe, though for her and Harry, that wasn't such an usual situation to be in as they were both raised in muggle households.
"Harry," She spoke up as she set a black kettle on the burner, the other one had a small pot of rabbit stew simmering.
"Dinner is almost ready." She said as she stepped back and gave the stew a stir before she stepped back into the sitting area which had a bench and table, their bunks to the side of the large tent. Hermione hadn't spoken much since Ron's abrupt departure. There had been so much on her mind that she didn't think any of it would make sense if she said anything. But she also knew Harry was feeling the loss of Ron and they both needed to stick together until he returned. She had no regret about staying with Harry and she hoped he knew that. Ron's childish behavior needed to stop and if she had run after him, it wouldn't have done anyone a lot of good. "I'm going to have a cup of tea, you want one?" She asked him as she refrained from glancing toward Ron's cot.
No. She had to support Harry.
The three friends were looking over their shoulders, listening to the radio for anyone they knew to be reported dead or missing, and trying to figure out how to finally gain the upper hand. Days were spent scouting nearby areas for any snatchers or death eaters and casting charms to ward off any danger. Days were also spent hunting for any stray animals and for doing what little reading they could thanks to Hermione's collection of books she had brought along with her. Nights were spent cooking and huddling around the radio, trying to remind themselves why they had turned their back on their school and friends and families. The three friends seldom spoke of past memories, conversations more often than not, snippets of possible solutions to the horcrux problem in front of them, staring them down.
It had been twenty-two hours since Ron stormed off and Hermione was growing increasingly worried. The stillness seemed all the more oppressive as she had to steer her mind away from fearing the worst. Ron would be careful, he would eventually return once he cooled off and remembered why they were on an almost impossible mission. Though the three sometimes ventured into a small town to restock supplies, they were very much isolated and the pressure was always difficult to defuse. Hermione knew Ron had to miss his family and wonder if he was doing the right thing. Still, she was still surprised by his outburst and knew she had made the right choice by not going after him. Ron often needed space whenever he was engulfed by anger. It usually passed within an hour and they would be back to smiles but they were no longer at school, they were dealing with far more serious problems than exams or essays.
Hermione had to believe Ron would return soon but she also knew she and Harry had to continue to move. It was unwise to stay in one area for more than a week. What would happen when they had to leave? They couldn't leave Ron a note as it could fall into the wrong hands. A clue would be risky as well. Hermione could hardly rest with the anxiety crushing her heart. Ron's pessimism was something she nor Harry needed and she hoped he would eventually return. The sooner the better. That said, with Ron gone she had noticed there was less tension in the air. Hermione rose from the wooden bench and went into the small kitchen and began to fiddle with the wood burning stove. They had to keep spells and other magical incidents to a minimum to be safe, though for her and Harry, that wasn't such an usual situation to be in as they were both raised in muggle households.
"Harry," She spoke up as she set a black kettle on the burner, the other one had a small pot of rabbit stew simmering.
"Dinner is almost ready." She said as she stepped back and gave the stew a stir before she stepped back into the sitting area which had a bench and table, their bunks to the side of the large tent. Hermione hadn't spoken much since Ron's abrupt departure. There had been so much on her mind that she didn't think any of it would make sense if she said anything. But she also knew Harry was feeling the loss of Ron and they both needed to stick together until he returned. She had no regret about staying with Harry and she hoped he knew that. Ron's childish behavior needed to stop and if she had run after him, it wouldn't have done anyone a lot of good. "I'm going to have a cup of tea, you want one?" She asked him as she refrained from glancing toward Ron's cot.
No. She had to support Harry.