Ｇａｍｅ Ｏｎ；

a moment of silence follows the other’s words, as the cogs in hermione’s mind start to turn. hesitation passes over her features for a second, before vanishing as quickly as it came. she shakes her head with a little sigh. the phone is held up to her ear and she wonders if maybe she should tell mindy where she is. but she doesn’t. hair around her face but she ignores it, her hand still holding her phone up to her ear. she wonders if mindy will say anything else; after a moment, she speaks again. “i’m sorry, mindy. i’m not coming back.” she replies. the cool night air blows her bushy “so i suppose this is goodbye.”

❝ shit, hermione— no please listen to me—❞

there was a click and just like that the call ended. mindy jumped out of her bed before grabbing her coat and running shoes and made a run for the door. mindy had never hate her room’s position on  the far end of the apartment’s floor as she did that moment. arriving before the lift, she began pushing the down button impatiently until the lift door sled open, immediately mindy entered and pressed the ground button. it was one of the most excruciating 5 minutes in her life. the lift made a ding noise as she reached the lobby, she got out and instantly goes to the glass door of the apartment. the cold wind left by winter welcomed her, and she could feel the guards’ concerned look at the back of her head but she paid no mind. her fingers tapped furiously on her phone and a moment later she was dialing hermione, yet she was redirected to voice message.

            “ Honey, we’ve been working together since I was nineteen and you               dragged me outta Beacons Hills. I read the damn email —- I just don’t               think we can do this one. It’s never been this big before. Never. We               would have a better chance, Nick Caging the whole thing and stealing               the declaration of independence. This —- this is spending the rest of our               lives in guantanamo bay big. Do you really want to do this? Really —-Min? “