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Last of my HD Writers Drabble Day non-drabbles - Wemyss's Appalling Hobby:
From the Party Guilty of Committing 'Gate of Ivory, Gate of Horn'
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Last of my HD Writers Drabble Day non-drabbles
The little platoon
 
From prompt 20
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Contains references to a dubious telly programme. Or so Justin regards it.
 
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To be attached to the subdivision, to love the little platoon we belong to in society, is the first principle (the germ as it were) of public affections. It is the first link in the series by which we proceed towards a love to our country, and to mankind. – Edmund Burke
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Hermione had been banging on about House Elves: nowadays, the issue of House Elf reparations was her hobby-horse and conversational King Charles’ head. Harry sympathised, but did rather wish she’d note that Kreacher and Winky and every House Elf they knew was scandalised by the idea.
 
Being Hermione, she’d managed to derail her own plea.
 
‘I should think, honestly, it must be as terrible as what happened to Lord Coe. I mean: fancy finding out on “Who Do You Think You Are” that your ancestors were Jamaican slave-owners.’
 
‘What’s this? “Who Do You Think You Are”?’
 
Justin answered Ron’s puzzlement: always a favour to Ron, as his lady wife was one to give him rather more instruction than he could bear.
 
‘Telly programme. Auntie shoves a sleb to do genealogical research and chase up his or her ancestors.’
 
‘Why don’t they simply go through whatever’s in the muniment room?’
 
Hermione looked sharply at Draco. His face was – for Malfoy – innocent, and her exasperating husband had the same expression of incomprehension. Harry was biting his lip to keep from laughing – and Hermione should have given a goodish deal to know at whom. Another pureblood thing, then, she concluded, with sharp irritation. But that couldn’t be right: Justin, less discreet than Harry, was laughing.
 
‘That,’ brayed Justin, falling back into Blaise in his laughter, ‘is precisely what my Father asked!’
 
This, Hermione noted with prim disapproval and no small anger, was then a class issue, not a Wizarding blood-status idiocy. She didn’t know which was worse.
 
Seething yet, she noted that Tony and Eleanor were silent, and for all Eleanor’s swift tap on her husband’s wrist, Tony’d not quite managed to conceal his disdain for the barbarian Gentiles. It didn’t want a Legilimens to suspect that Tony was recalling Disraeli’s words: when the ancestors of the right honourable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were priests in the temple of Solomon.
 
Harry smiled, irenically: ironic that the warrior chieftain of Wizardom so often played the peacemaker. ‘It’s not quite the same,’ said he. ‘I knew bugger all about my family for quite a long time. Even after I discovered I’d a godfather, I didn’t realise until after that he’d been a cousin also. One wants a sense of belonging, sometimes. Particularly if one’s parents … aren’t about for one.’
 
Hermione flushed, then paled. She knew the others were watching Harry; she knew Harry had seen her.
 
‘The problem with many of those who sympathised with Voldemort was that they were too loyal to their immediate families, and didn’t see that we’re all, really, one family. That doesn’t mean it’s not important to know that one has family. By blood – Cousin Ron and Cousin Draco – or by choice, as Hermione and Justin and all you lot and my godson are my elective family.’
 
Hermione gave him a small, grateful smile for that.
 
Harry pulled Draco more firmly into his side, and Draco responded, like Pavlov’s Crup, by melting into him with a peaceful smile. But it was at Hermione that Harry looked as he said, softly, ‘And I like that we’re a family, all of us, and belong to one another. That was worth a war to preserve.’
 
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germankitty From: germankitty Date: September 18th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aww. See me sending you virtual tea and scones for combining HP with one of my favorite TV programs -- can't help be fascinated by everything to do with History!

(Ironically, the Lord Coe segment is the one I've missed in the current series of WDYTYA; note to self: find download)
wemyss From: wemyss Date: September 23rd, 2011 06:49 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you.

Am lapping up the virtual Lapsang.
germankitty From: germankitty Date: September 23rd, 2011 07:46 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Thank you.

LOL. Next time we're in the West Country, I'm sending my husband over; the two of you should do very well together with Lapsang and cricket!

(My favorite brew is Assam, by the way -- Persian, if at all possible!)
wemyss From: wemyss Date: September 26th, 2011 01:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

I am not surprised to hear...

... that yr husband has good taste. After all, he married you.
germankitty From: germankitty Date: September 26th, 2011 02:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: I am not surprised to hear...

blueboyfey From: blueboyfey Date: September 19th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC) (Link)
Pavlav's Crup!!! I'd love to hear your vision of a Wizarding Skinner's box. :) Sweet and heart melting and Hermione at her finest and most exasperating. Thank you!
wemyss From: wemyss Date: September 23rd, 2011 06:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oh, Lor'. I can but imagine.

Thankee.
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