Hmm, that prompt... you woke up in the middle of the night and mentally assumed you were still in the old place and so found yourself stumbling around looking for doors in walls that weren't there, thoroughly lost in the dark? :)
Lost in the dark
The tour of the Ramshackle continued and Hermione and Ronnie discovered that the house was some kind of London town-house, though the views from the windows from each floor were always the same wet roofs and showed hills that neither of them thought they'd ever seen before. There were six floors and a basement, and though there was a door at the end of the basement Genius didn't mention it and Hermione, tired of being corrected, hadn't asked. The kitchen was down in the basement and the shelves, the pantry and the fridge were all well-stocked and looked ready to feed at least two sessions of a full conference from the room upstairs. Ronnie looked startled at the amount of food there was. "Who pays for all this?" he asked. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that Hermione was biting her tongue, clearly desperate to make a comment about his family only seeing this much food in one place at food banks, but reluctant to let Genius find a comeback to whatever she said. "The Ramshackle," said Genius. "Mr Abstract took into consideration that a student wouldn't have much income and has put trusts in place to look after various things that Master Harrington will inherit. The Ramshackle trust looks after the furnishing and provisioning of the house, and allows two governmental subcommittees to continue to use the house until Master Harrington decides otherwise. Ronnie turned and stared at Hermione. "I'm not food," she said, turning away. "You can stop thinking about putting me in the fridge." "That's why we're here," said Ronnie. "You want access to the governmental committees, don't you? That's why you told Harry about this place and brought him here." Hermione opened a cupboard at random and started admiring the china plates, painted in the Denby style with a design of boggarts and jack'o'the Green. "Sounds boring," she said. "Committees are people who set out to build a horse and end up lost in the dark." "Then why are we here?" Ronnie could be very persistent when he thought he'd finally worked something out ahead of everybody else. "You wouldn't tell Harry about it otherwise." "Master Harrington was sent a letter informing him of his inheritance," said Genius. "This young... witch?... had nothing to do with it." "Harry never received that letter," said Ronnie with certainty. "We share a dorm-room, I'd know if he got anything. All he got in the last month was a postcard from Marbella that wasn't for him, an envelope containing an unwashed pair of knickers, and an advertising flyer for a band called Lost in the Dark. Nothing else. But I bet Hermione knows everything there is to know about intercepting post." "Fine," snapped Hermione before Genius could raise his finger and start casting spells again. "It might have been delivered to me by accident, and I might have accidentally opened it without paying any attention to the name on the front--" "Or the seven wards against prying, peeping and interception," added Genius. "--and then read it before realising that my name wasn't Harry--" "Master Harrington." "--but I did then come and tell Harry about it!" "Yes, but why?" asked Ronnie. "That's the weird bit. You helping other people." Hermione glowered and slammed the cupboard door shut, causing the china inside to rattle. "Fine," she said. "If you must know, the Committee of the Phoenix meets here twice a month. I need access to their minutes regarding something that was done in 1942."
Greg - not quite. But I am happy to report that Miles now has no trouble finding his way from his bed to our bed in the middle of the night. Took about a week for him to get to that point.
Continuing to enjoy Genius' presence in this tale. And the back and forth between Ron and Hermione, obviously.
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Hmm, that prompt... you woke up in the middle of the night and mentally assumed you were still in the old place and so found yourself stumbling around looking for doors in walls that weren't there, thoroughly lost in the dark? :)
Lost in the dark
The tour of the Ramshackle continued and Hermione and Ronnie discovered that the house was some kind of London town-house, though the views from the windows from each floor were always the same wet roofs and showed hills that neither of them thought they'd ever seen before. There were six floors and a basement, and though there was a door at the end of the basement Genius didn't mention it and Hermione, tired of being corrected, hadn't asked. The kitchen was down in the basement and the shelves, the pantry and the fridge were all well-stocked and looked ready to feed at least two sessions of a full conference from the room upstairs. Ronnie looked startled at the amount of food there was.
"Who pays for all this?" he asked. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that Hermione was biting her tongue, clearly desperate to make a comment about his family only seeing this much food in one place at food banks, but reluctant to let Genius find a comeback to whatever she said.
"The Ramshackle," said Genius. "Mr Abstract took into consideration that a student wouldn't have much income and has put trusts in place to look after various things that Master Harrington will inherit. The Ramshackle trust looks after the furnishing and provisioning of the house, and allows two governmental subcommittees to continue to use the house until Master Harrington decides otherwise.
Ronnie turned and stared at Hermione.
"I'm not food," she said, turning away. "You can stop thinking about putting me in the fridge."
"That's why we're here," said Ronnie. "You want access to the governmental committees, don't you? That's why you told Harry about this place and brought him here."
Hermione opened a cupboard at random and started admiring the china plates, painted in the Denby style with a design of boggarts and jack'o'the Green. "Sounds boring," she said. "Committees are people who set out to build a horse and end up lost in the dark."
"Then why are we here?" Ronnie could be very persistent when he thought he'd finally worked something out ahead of everybody else. "You wouldn't tell Harry about it otherwise."
"Master Harrington was sent a letter informing him of his inheritance," said Genius. "This young... witch?... had nothing to do with it."
"Harry never received that letter," said Ronnie with certainty. "We share a dorm-room, I'd know if he got anything. All he got in the last month was a postcard from Marbella that wasn't for him, an envelope containing an unwashed pair of knickers, and an advertising flyer for a band called Lost in the Dark. Nothing else. But I bet Hermione knows everything there is to know about intercepting post."
"Fine," snapped Hermione before Genius could raise his finger and start casting spells again. "It might have been delivered to me by accident, and I might have accidentally opened it without paying any attention to the name on the front--"
"Or the seven wards against prying, peeping and interception," added Genius.
"--and then read it before realising that my name wasn't Harry--"
"Master Harrington."
"--but I did then come and tell Harry about it!"
"Yes, but why?" asked Ronnie. "That's the weird bit. You helping other people."
Hermione glowered and slammed the cupboard door shut, causing the china inside to rattle. "Fine," she said. "If you must know, the Committee of the Phoenix meets here twice a month. I need access to their minutes regarding something that was done in 1942."
Greg - not quite. But I am happy to report that Miles now has no trouble finding his way from his bed to our bed in the middle of the night. Took about a week for him to get to that point.
Continuing to enjoy Genius' presence in this tale. And the back and forth between Ron and Hermione, obviously.
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