Thanks, That Was Fun Chapter 3
Hermione sat near a shaded window in Ron and Ginnys living room reading a book when the post arrived.
A tiny owl no bigger than both her fists flittered around her, a parchment folded and sealed with red wax in its grip.
“Come here, you,” she said gently as she plucked it from the air and read the return address.
Dennis Creevy: Attorney at Law
Hermione held her breath as she broke the seal.
Mrs. Hermione Granger Snape,
At the request of your separated husband, Severus Snape we have been urged to contact you with a counter offer.
Mr. Snape has decided to undergo counseling to address his problems with rage and general communication. He asks that you have a meeting in 6 months time to revaluate your marriage and urges you to take no more steps towards the dissolution of your marriage until then.
Your lawyer can contact us with your answer at the return address.
Attorney at Law
Hermione stared at the letter in her hands. Counseling? Severus? She couldn’t possibly fathom the thought.
As she stared at the parchment in her hands another owl zoomed into her window and dropped another parchment into her lap. It was in identical handwriting to the first, although in an unmarked envelope.
He’s a real mess. He means it about the counseling. I’d give it a shot, it’s only 6 months.
Hope you’re doing well. Give my regards to Ron and Ginny.
Hermione looked at the second letter and smiled. Dennis always had a soft spot for Ginny. She’d have to invite him to dinner soon. She held up the first letter and shook her head.
Hermione stood up and put the letters down on a small table near where she was sitting. She went looking for her cloak and shoes.
Kala came sliding around the corner into Severus’ den.
“Madame is at the door,” Kala panted excitedly.
“What?” said Severus, looking up from a stack of notes in front of him.
“Madame is at the door,” Kala sang happily.
Severus got to his feet quickly, checking his reflection in a mirror briefly before he went to the front door.
Hermione stood there in the crisp autumn breeze, a burgundy cloak wrapped around her.
“Can I help you?” Severus said in what he tried to make a casual manner.
“I’m not sending an owl to my lawyer to have him send an owl to Dennis to have him send an owl to you when you’re next door,” Hermione said annoyed.
“That’s reasonable,” said Severus. He leaned his dark clothed form against the door frame. He was still striking even though he was nearing 60. Hermione fought back the urge to cradle him and tell him she was going nowhere. He would learn nothing and life would be back to normal before long. She would make him go through with this.
“I accept your counter proposal,” said Hermione slowly. “I will agree to meet you in six months.”
“Thank you,” Severus said, looking sincere.
“Until then,” Hermione said holding out her hand.
“Until then,” Severus said shaking her hand like a normal person.
Hermione saw a flash of silver near the edge of his collar. He was lucky Ginny made the locket fireproof.