In which Hermione may or may not have a secret cabinet of tea.
“I just don’t understand why you would make it so complicated!” said Hermione from the corner in her over cushioned arm chair.
Three heads turned and looked at her.
“Make what so complicated?” said Harry.
“The ending of one Professor Severus Snape, JD.” Hermione returned.
“And how do you suppose I make it less complicated, Hermione,” Harry asked.
“Well it’s simple, isn’t it? You poison his afternoon tea, you tamper with his car, you get him alone and inject an air bubble directly into his heart. Not difficult!” Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Harry, Dean, and Theo looked at her, dumbfounded.
“What? Really. You want someone dead, you knock on their door, they answer, you shoot them! Easy.” To her credit, Hermione said this with a straight face.
“I don’t want to go to prison for murder, Hermione, I just wish that the man weren’t so infuriating!” Harry exclaimed.
“Maybe you should be more careful what you wish for, Harry,” Hermione responded.
Theo stared at Hermione and hesitated for just a moment before saying, “Hermione, sometimes I really forget to make notes not to anger you.”
Hermione scoffed, “As if I am at all dangerous., Theo!”
Theo just shook his head and wandered into the kitchen.