I woke up to find Harry had left. I sighed and got out of bed. I stood up and saw roses on my nightstand. I raised my eyebrows. I smiled slightly, then and walked over to them. I picked them up and out fell a note. I chuckled. Maybe I could stand some kindness.
I am sincerely sorry for my actions last night. Please forgive me. I am, more than likely, at the library right now. Your car should be here. I made you some breakfast, it is sitting in the oven to stay warm for you. I hope that you like it. I should be back before the library closes, you have helped me now, better than before. I truly feel I have improved.
He would be back before the library closed. I grinned ear to ear, I truly had helped. It made me proud. I stood and went to take a shower. I stepped out and got dressed. I slid on my slippers heading towards the kitchen. Then I remembered the roses. I went back to my room and got them.
I walked back to the kitchen and pulled out a vase. I put some water in and then the roses. I put the vase in the center of the table. After, I pulled out a plate from the oven that had french toast, eggs, bacon, and another that had a cinnamon roll. I smiled and sat at the table.
I walked with my hands in my pockets to the cafe that was around the corner from the library. I saw a newsstand and there was a man waving a newspaper around. I walked up to him. He was waving around a Daily Prophet and had more, in a muggle city. He smiled at me.
"Want a Prophet?" He smirked at me
"Yes," I glared at him angrily and ripped one out of his hands
"Hey! You need to pay for that!" He shouted at me
"You know, my wife is going to laugh at me for believing in something as absurd as magic. I will agree with her, because it is absurd." I chuckled at the man's reaction
"Never mind sir!" He looked panicked
"Do not sell the Prophet in a muggle city!" I shouted at him
He blanched. I just walked away with a Prophet in hand. I heard him disapparate and shook my head at his stupidity. I continued on my way to the cafe and sat at a corner table. A waitress came over and I asked for a cappuccino.
I looked at the front page of the Daily Prophet. There was an article whose headline read: Marriage Laws Made By Ministry. My eyes widened. There was obvious fear in my eyes at that point. I knew I needed to get back to Hermione. I stood up and left after swallowing every last drop of my cappuccino.