Hermione met Serverus the next morning at a café in London.It was a small and cozy little place.They took a seat out side in the morning sun.Serverus was dressed in the normal everyday suit.Black and white.His hair was tied at the back of his head.
"Good Morning,"she said.Sitting down on the iron chair.A waitress came rushing over giving them each a menu.
"How did you sleep last night,Hermione," he asked.He looked around briefly before giving his ful attention to his daughter.
"Yes,very well thank you,Serverus. Yesterday was quiet the eventfull.Harry sent me a letter this morning.I have not opened it yet. I am quiet glad to hear from him this early in our summer.It means his Uncle is not that strict this time.At least he now hopefully has some freedom."
"Well, that good to hear.So what is your plans for this week,"
"My plans,"she laughed, "Getting to know you as my father."
The waiter returned to hear about their order.Hermione ordered a nice cold Cofee and Serverus some lemon juice,they ordered their breakfast and the waiter swiftly disappeared.
"Oh,Severrus-",she began but he cut her off.
"Please, dove. Call me, Dad,"
She sucked in a tight squeezed breath," Dad, what is your favourite food"
"Ah, glad you asked. My favourite food is Ratatouille. Your mother liked to call it rat-food, as a joke,"
Hermione laughed along with her Father. Her mother sounded wonderfull.
"What was she like? I can't remember her. Was she nice, beautifull, caring,"
Serverus' eyes softened, he smiled.
"All those you mentioned, Hermione. Along with so much more! She was a wonderful person. You have her hair, smile, strong-headedness. She was so smart and loving. Her head was always with the right kind of knowledge her passion was was Herbology and spell-creations.Unlike me, who created dark spells she made those that made fighting the dark easier.Mending wounds,Moving objects,food.Much more,"
Hermione smiled.Her Mother sounded indeed wonderfull.She did every indeed sound wonderful,"So, Hermione what is you're favourite food,"
"Mine, the lovely lasagne.I just love it.The creaminess and richness of flavour,"she groaned at the image of it,"It is so seducing!"
Serverus laughed,his daughter seemed in love with this Italian dish.
"And you're favourite author,I take that you have one since you have a love for books,"he asked.
"Well,I don't have a favourite author.I simply love a type of book in a genre for example,historical fiction where a servant falls in love with someone from a higher status.You know much more climactic.More dramatic,"she stopped realising her rhyme scheme,"no rhyme intended,"
"Well,mine is Nina Alberta,she writes thriller,her latest book is called, Knife Calactic,quiet a beast.I am halfway through.Gives me the chills,"he shudderd.
The waiter came to place their breakfasts on the small café table.
"Oh,I've read some of her books.Her work is quite spectacular.Although it plays with your mind,"she commented slicing through her pork rasher.
That morning they learned a lot of each other soon it was time to pay the hefty bill of drinks and breakfast. Hermione tried contributing but Serverus insisted that it was his treat.
She returned home with her owl sitting on the window sill with a letter in its claw. She took it and gave him a treat. It was from Ron.She opened it slowly.
Dear Hermione
Harry ,the family and me are going to th Quidicth World cup in a week.Dad has gotten tickets from the ministry.We will be staing in a tent with Mister Diggory and his son Cedric.He's really nice.A year up or two.
Mum said she wants your reply as quick as you can.The will be no cost to contribute.Mister Diggory is lending us his tent.Don't worry it won't be cramped..We're magical for a reason
Cheers
Ron
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