Only You (Hiatus)

Four

"Welcome to the Roundstone House Hotel, checking in?" An older gentleman greeted
"Thank you, um yes actually. Granger room for one" Hermione answered with a delighted smile. The gentleman was beaming and very friendly, if everyone in this town was like this she could definitely find herself very happy here.
"Wonderful. I'm Diarmuid, my wife and I own the hotel" He introduced himself properly before turning to the computer "Let's see, yes Ms. Hermione Granger, we have you in room 7." He checked her in and handed her a key card "Would you like a hand with bags or anything?"
Hermione shook her head smiling "Thats okay I pack light"
"Not a problem. You will find your room up the stairs and to the left. Breakfast starts at 7:00am and the restaurant down the hall on the right takes last orders at 8:00pm but the bar will serve food until 10. If you need anything feel free to call reception or just pop down and someone will help you out. Have a pleasant stay" He informed her in a professional yet cheerful manner.
"Thank you very much Diarmuid" She smiled genuinely grateful as she headed towards the restaurant, after a four hour drive and skipping lunch she was positively famished.

"Evening Ms, are you a guest here at the hotel or just dining with us?" A lovely young woman asked as Hermione entered.
"I'm a guest. I'm in room 7"
The woman entered it into the system and smiled "Here we are. Is it just yourself?"
"Yes just me" Hermione replied with a small smile
She was led over to a cute little table for two looking out at the sea. The young woman left down a menu for her and smiled saying "do you know what you would like to drink or will I give you a few minutes?"
"Oh um I'll just have some tap water please"
"No problem do you want a jug brought to the table?"
"Yes please that sounds great"
The young woman nodded and went to fetch the water giving Hermione a few minutes to go over the menu. Everything sounded amazing but Hermione wasn't sure she could eat it all, so when the girl returned Hermione ordered the vegetable soup and a couple white bread rolls.
As she ate Hermione found herself looking out to the sea, it was enchanting and she found herself wondering how it looked during the sunset.
The food was incredible and the staff were proving to all be super friendly. Hermione could even hear the feint sound of live music playing in the bar as she paid for her food and headed up to her room where it was surprisingly quiet.
Feeling the exhaustion of the day catching up on her Hermione opted for an early night. A good nights sleep before exploring the town in the morning.

At 8:00am Hermione was down enjoying a lovely Irish breakfast with one of the best cups of tea she had ever had. It was a lovely day, 15 degrees with only a gentle breeze and the sun shining, perfect for a day wandering around a new town.
After breakfast she went back up to her room, got a light jacket and a small shoulder bag. She put her wand into the bottom of her suitcase, sealing it in the lining for extra security. Her phone and wallet secure in her handbag she made her way out. No more magic. She knew some wandless magic if she desperately needed it but nothing the ministry may be able to trace. She was leaving that world behind starting today. Fixing her hair into a high ponytail and fixing her top a little she sighed and nodded with determination. Today she would figure out what she will do here if she was destined to stay, with that final thought the golden girl Hermione Granger headed out of her hotel room towards her future as a muggle in this beautiful Irish town.

Everyone she passed was so friendly wishing her a good morning and greeting her as they continued about their day. it was also pleasantly quiet with people going about their day but no large crowds or rowdy groups, even when she did see a group of teenagers they just said hi as they passed her then continued talking with their friends without bothering anyone with their messing about. It was truly a lovely welcoming feeling. Hermione saw a little bakery and smiled stepping inside to see what they had as the smell was irresistible.
"Good morning young miss" Greeted a friendly man with a smile that reminded her fondly of a certain groundskeeper.
"Good morning. I couldn't resist popping in to have a look, everything smells wonderful"
"Well that's good to hear, specially when my young lad burnt the last lot" the man chuckled "He's learning the trade, only fourteen so gotta give him some slack."
"Well I definitely didn't smell burning" Hermione chuckled softly noticing how fond the mans smile was when he spoke of his son. "You must be proud of him keeping up the family business?"
"I sure am. He knows he can do whatever he wants to do so I was blown away when he asked to learn to be a baker." The man's eyes were bright and he practically glowed "His brother had no interest, went on to study sport and we fully support him, but it is nice that his brother is interested in keeping the business going. My grandfather started this little shop, passed it on to my mother, who passed it to me so it feels good to be able to think about passing it on to my kid." he shook his head and chuckled "Sorry I'm rambling on" he laughed a bit more adding "and the boy can still change his mind, but anyway is there anything I can get you?"
Hermione couldn't help but smile. This man was clearly very proud of his family. "One croissant please"
"No bother" he nodded getting a small paper bag "This your first time visiting Roundstone?"
"Yes though I am considering maybe staying" Hermione admitted with a small smile.
"Well now that would be exciting, there's a lotta nice places around and I am sure you'll find just what you're looking for" He said with a warm smile and handed her the little bag "consider it a welcome gift" he said refusing to take the money "Welcome to Roundstone young lady."
Hermione felt her eyes widen in surprise and a small chuckle slipped from her lips as she took the bag "Are you sure? That is really kind of you."
"Its really no problem at all." He said with a warm smile before looking up at someone who had entered the shop behind her "Excuse me" he said to Hermione before moving around and smiling "I have the order over here, thanks a mill for picking them up."
Hermione waved bye as she left and smiled as she walked along enjoying the croissant as she took in her surroundings. There was a little clothes shop, a chemist, a small doctors, a vet clinic and grooming studio, a fresh groceries store and a small general store next door to a hardware. All the essentials in a row none of the stores seeming to overlap on the other. Sighing happily as she put the wrapping from her delicious croissant into the bin she noticed a small corner store called Tír na nÓg. Tilting her head a little she crossed the street and entered the curious little shop.

Inside it was far bigger than it seemed from outside. The moment Hermione walked through the door she felt a magical aura, though not like any she had ever felt before this one was far more natural and it was clearly not a wizarding shop. moving further in she noted the incredible artwork, intricate handmade crafts and a stunning selection of crystals and incense. The muggle version of witchcraft was what this store was all about. As she looked around she found herself smiling as she discovered the back was full of books on myths and legends and folklore all based in the Irish culture. It truly was magical in a pure natural form. The magic of life and not physical magic or magical blood.