[ Shell Cottage didn't exactly have tons of books, but Bill and Fleur had a number of tomes stacked away in a side room. They weren't organized, exactly, but Ron had voiced the idea that one of them might contribute to their break-in to Gringotts, especially given Bill's former work. Hermione rolled her eyes--"Honestly, Ron, do you think he'll just have secrets of the building lying around?"--but Harry hadn't discounted it. They couldn't set any ideas aside, not when they had been planning for so long and needed to make sure everything was perfect.
So, one morning before the sun could rise properly, Harry slips into the small room, eyes sweeping the dozens (about two or three at most) of books stacked randomly on the tables and floor. He woke early with the reasoning of flipping through the pages before anyone else rose, but that, like most other plans, came with the unexpected. ]
Oh-- Luna. [ Not totally surprised by her presence, Harry shifts his weight. ] Er-- What're you doing up?
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So, one morning before the sun could rise properly, Harry slips into the small room, eyes sweeping the dozens (about two or three at most) of books stacked randomly on the tables and floor. He woke early with the reasoning of flipping through the pages before anyone else rose, but that, like most other plans, came with the unexpected. ]
Oh-- Luna. [ Not totally surprised by her presence, Harry shifts his weight. ] Er-- What're you doing up?