Instead of counting what you didn't get done, count up everything you did get done and see if you're impressed with yourself then or not :) You might just find that you set a completely unreasonable target for yourself with your initial expectations.
For Clearing the air I've decided to have a bit of explanation as to what's gone on that Harry now owns the Ramshackle; I think it fits the prompt but you'll have to decide for yourself :)
Clearing the air "So, Harry -- Master Harrington -- owns all this then?" Ronnie looked around at the bleak corridor and the grandfather clock and the icy light at the ends of the passage. "It's a bit... I dunno, it doesn't feel like it's been lived in." "I'll show you around," said Genius gruffly. "Follow me and don't steal anything." That last remark might not have been exactly directed at Hermione but she stiffened as though he'd said it to her face. "A lot of this stuff is still warded and the wards are nasty." He led the way down the corridor in the opposite direction to where he'd taken Harry to the bathroom, and they walked into a wide room with windows that looked out onto wet rooftops and an overcast sky. There was a long table in the middle with chairs arranged around it, a couple of tall dressers containing plates and glasses along the wall opposite the windows, and a waist-high wooden cabinet at the far end. "The dining room," said Hermione glancing around. "Dull but I suppose it gives us an idea of the size of the house." "The conference room," said Genius without exactly sounding as though he was correcting her. "The cabinet at the far end is a vanishing cabinet with a matching one in Whitehall. That is warded at all times," and there was definitely no emphasis in his voice and definitely no look of annoyance on Hermione's face, "and is guarded at the Whitehall end anyway by ex-Imperial troops." "There hasn't been an Empire in a hundred and fifty years," said Hermione sweetly. "That's why they're ex-Imperial," said Genius. "The training methods haven't changed, and nor has the proving." Ronnie sat down, and after a moment Harry sat down too. "What was Serious?" he asked. "This is nice and all, but I don't know many houses that have their own conference rooms, or direct routes to government. Was he a civil servant then?" Hermione laughed. "He was a wanted criminal," she said. "There are still warrants out for his arrest, just in case he turns out not to be dead somehow, though there are twenty-four witnesses to his exploding in Trafalgar Square." Tears trickled from the corners of Harry's eyes, which no-one but Ronnie noticed. "Mr Abstract," said Genius, nodding at Hermione's words, "was a balrog-hunter. He hunted down the worst of them, and brought them to trial. Maybe not always justice, but certainly some recounting of what they'd done and why. And when it was necessary for him and his work to be disavowed by the government for political purposes, he agreed to that." "What's a balrog-hunter?" asked Ronnie, his face screwed up in both concentration and puzzlement. "Dad never mentioned one of them." "Balrog's are fictional," said Hermione dismissively. "It's sad that this MILF has to make stuff up just to impress Harry." "A balrog is a rogue wizard," said Harry, his voice faint and only just audible to them all. "Usually from a foreign country, and dangerous as anything. But politics makes it difficult to just turn them over to the Ministry of Magic." "Master Harrington gets five points," said Genius, grinning at Hermione. "Ten points deducted for a wrong answer though, miss." Hermione glared at him.
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Instead of counting what you didn't get done, count up everything you did get done and see if you're impressed with yourself then or not :) You might just find that you set a completely unreasonable target for yourself with your initial expectations.
For Clearing the air I've decided to have a bit of explanation as to what's gone on that Harry now owns the Ramshackle; I think it fits the prompt but you'll have to decide for yourself :)
Clearing the air
"So, Harry -- Master Harrington -- owns all this then?" Ronnie looked around at the bleak corridor and the grandfather clock and the icy light at the ends of the passage. "It's a bit... I dunno, it doesn't feel like it's been lived in."
"I'll show you around," said Genius gruffly. "Follow me and don't steal anything." That last remark might not have been exactly directed at Hermione but she stiffened as though he'd said it to her face. "A lot of this stuff is still warded and the wards are nasty."
He led the way down the corridor in the opposite direction to where he'd taken Harry to the bathroom, and they walked into a wide room with windows that looked out onto wet rooftops and an overcast sky. There was a long table in the middle with chairs arranged around it, a couple of tall dressers containing plates and glasses along the wall opposite the windows, and a waist-high wooden cabinet at the far end.
"The dining room," said Hermione glancing around. "Dull but I suppose it gives us an idea of the size of the house."
"The conference room," said Genius without exactly sounding as though he was correcting her. "The cabinet at the far end is a vanishing cabinet with a matching one in Whitehall. That is warded at all times," and there was definitely no emphasis in his voice and definitely no look of annoyance on Hermione's face, "and is guarded at the Whitehall end anyway by ex-Imperial troops."
"There hasn't been an Empire in a hundred and fifty years," said Hermione sweetly.
"That's why they're ex-Imperial," said Genius. "The training methods haven't changed, and nor has the proving."
Ronnie sat down, and after a moment Harry sat down too. "What was Serious?" he asked. "This is nice and all, but I don't know many houses that have their own conference rooms, or direct routes to government. Was he a civil servant then?"
Hermione laughed. "He was a wanted criminal," she said. "There are still warrants out for his arrest, just in case he turns out not to be dead somehow, though there are twenty-four witnesses to his exploding in Trafalgar Square."
Tears trickled from the corners of Harry's eyes, which no-one but Ronnie noticed.
"Mr Abstract," said Genius, nodding at Hermione's words, "was a balrog-hunter. He hunted down the worst of them, and brought them to trial. Maybe not always justice, but certainly some recounting of what they'd done and why. And when it was necessary for him and his work to be disavowed by the government for political purposes, he agreed to that."
"What's a balrog-hunter?" asked Ronnie, his face screwed up in both concentration and puzzlement. "Dad never mentioned one of them."
"Balrog's are fictional," said Hermione dismissively. "It's sad that this MILF has to make stuff up just to impress Harry."
"A balrog is a rogue wizard," said Harry, his voice faint and only just audible to them all. "Usually from a foreign country, and dangerous as anything. But politics makes it difficult to just turn them over to the Ministry of Magic."
"Master Harrington gets five points," said Genius, grinning at Hermione. "Ten points deducted for a wrong answer though, miss."
Hermione glared at him.
Greg - completely unreasonable target? That doesn't sound like me at all...
Thank you for clearing the air in this dusty old home, I think it was needed :)
And I am enjoying Harry's continued signs of recovery, I think you're handling that aspect of the story especially well.
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