Summary
The same nice skin, the same way of walking, the same blush, the same ginger feline in her hands – it was her. Her hair wasn't bushy, like that in her early years in Hogwarts. Oliver vocally cursed the impeccable timing. Of all the days to show up completely out of the blue, fate picked that day and he particularly picked the best Gaelic curse to match the scenario. "Oi, Hermione!"