After Remus' departure, Hermione's been a little more home-bound than usual. Any departure from the city makes her more aware of how unnerving it is that they don't understand the mechanism that they can't even predict disappearances if they tried. The atmosphere around the house is sobering now that it's just Ron and herself, so when Stiles texts Hermione and asks to come over, Hermione's quick to encourage him.
By the time she hears the knock on the door, there's a fresh pitcher of lemonade on the counter and ice cream in the freezer. With a smile, Hermione opens the front door, brows raising when she finds Stiles hopping slightly on the spot.
"Someone looks like they're having a great day," she remarked, stepping aside to let Stiles in. "Come in, Stiles, please."
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By the time she hears the knock on the door, there's a fresh pitcher of lemonade on the counter and ice cream in the freezer. With a smile, Hermione opens the front door, brows raising when she finds Stiles hopping slightly on the spot.
"Someone looks like they're having a great day," she remarked, stepping aside to let Stiles in. "Come in, Stiles, please."