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Pet Project, Chapter 42Harry went to the table, giving everyone a somewhat confused look as he took his seat. Hermione rather thought the scene in the study resembled one from the American western movies she used to watch as a child. Severus stood at the fireplace, his back to the room while he intently studied the fire that leapt within the grate. Harry and Albus sat facing each other across the small Victorian game table in the center of the room. Ginny was tensely sitting on the small couch behind Harry while she and Ron perched in the window seat. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension. If everyone had been wearing six-shooters instead of carrying wands, and there had been playing cards on the game table, it would have been perfect.
Hermione looked over at Severus' tense back. His frock coat would fit right in. Squinting her eyes slightly she tried to image him in one of those western cowboy hats. It would be black, of course. The image had her stifling a thoroughly inappropriate laugh behind her hand.
Ron leaned towards her, "What's so funny?"
"Wyatt Earp," she whispered back, knowing that Ron wouldn't understand. "He'd look like Wyatt Earp."
Ron shook his head in confusion. "You're an odd duck, Hermione."
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