Homes & Unexpected Meals

Her hair was a disheveled mess, loosely held by a clip, and her suit looked like it hadn’t been properly pressed since she bought it. She hadn’t yet noticed his presence because she was too preoccupied shoving creased and torn parchment into the bag hanging by her hip.

The agency receives the honor of having the Malfoy family as clients, and they send that?

“So sorry for the delay, I was held up in a meeting and I told them I had another commitment but they just kept going. And I really am sorry. Anyway, have you gotten a chance to walk around the estate?” Her apology is forced out through uneven and hurried breaths, as if she ran here rather than apparating.

“You are my real estate agent?”

“Oh yes sorry, I don’t know if they told you beforehand. I’m Ms. Hermione Granger.” She holds out her hand for him to shake but he only stares down at it as if it’s a cursed object.