“Professor Hawking certainly seems to be right again.” She pulled another Cambridge University book out of the stack of them on the table next to her head and again referred to it, this one being a collection of papers on wormholes.
Flipping the pad to the next page, she worked out some equations, looked at the results, thought for a while, changed some values, and solved them again. Putting the pencil behind her ear, she retrieved one of the library books she’d asked the town library to order in for her, this one on quantum physics, opened it to one of many color-coded bookmarks, then read a few pages very carefully. And was very definitely not something she was going to test in person before she’d thoroughly checked it out with something inanimate. This wasn’t something she wanted to get wrong. Picking up the notebook next to her leg she checked a few parameters, clucked her tongue in irritation at her mistake, and corrected the drawing a little. Smiling to herself, Hermione drew a few more symbols, connecting them into the main power bus, and studied the result.
#Investigate an anomaly detected near catty corner plus
Plus there would be roast beef left over tomorrow, which would go very nicely in some sandwiches, not to mention the trifle with custard. It was only half past six even if it was almost black outside, and she could happily lie here and think until she felt tired. The weather was certainly very changeable at this time of year. It had been such a nice day yesterday, and now look at it. Looking up at the window as a particularly strong burst of rain dashed against it, she shook her head. Mr Boots was purring loudly which added to the overall feeling of being very comfortable right where she was. Her parents were having fun, she was too, everyone was nice and warm and well fed, and the horrible weather outside was easily ignored. The sound of the distant voices and occasional laughter was oddly comforting, she thought idly as she sketched a theoretical method for creating a teleportation HOP array with quick strokes of the pencil. So she’d gone to bed early, more or less, so she could think in comfort and quiet. Her parents were enough for her to feel involved, and if it wasn’t a research project, she’d prefer to be on her own. Neither of the other couples had children, so she was a slight loose end, which she didn’t really mind as she wasn’t particularly interested in a dinner party past having some food. Which he often did whether she liked it or not, to be honest.ĭownstairs she could hear her parents talking to some friends that had come over to socialize, which was something that they didn’t do all that often. She didn’t want to turf him out into such horrible weather, and was sure his actual owner wouldn’t mind him staying overnight. It certainly wasn’t suitable weather for girl nor cat, so both had decided that spending the evening relaxing was a sensible idea. Outside it was absolutely pouring with rain and very windy, with the result that every few seconds the house gently shook and water spattered on the window with a rattling sound. She was lying mostly propped up on the pillows in her pajamas, Mr Boots purring next to her head on his floating platform which she’d left active since he generally seemed to like it except when she actively told him to stay there.
“Hmm… I wonder…” Tapping the pencil on the pad that was lying across her knees, which were folded up with her feet on the bed, Hermione considered her ideas. Which has squashed it flat to the point it's inedible, but such is life. More wordz will arrive quite soon, as I appear to be on a roll. Have some more wordz! We're getting closer to a number of things happening, past the things that have already happened
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