"I'm hoping soon," Hermione sighed, getting rather sick of that particular question.
She was actually getting to the point of either not mentioning going to see him, assuming that she went back again any time soon, or marching over there, immobilizing the man and portkeying him home so that he could answer his own questions.
"How long are you home for, Luna?" Hermione asked.
"I want to file a couple of articles for the Quibbler and make sure that the paper is running properly before I head off again. The man I left in charge has been making some rather disturbing choices for which articles to run. I don't think he's printed a single article about creatures in a month," Luna complained.
Hannah and Hermione shared a look, both clearly repressing their amusement.
"Well, why don't you come over for dinner on Friday?" Hermione suggested, "I'd love to catch up properly with you."
"Thank you, Hermione, that's very generous of you. I'd love to," Luna beamed.
"Good. That's settled," Hermione replied. "Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I need to replenish my supply of parchment and quills."
And with a last hug for Luna and a nod for Hannah, Hermione bustled along to complete her shopping before the Alley closed for the night.
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Harry turned away from the TV and the disc that Agent Morse had procured for him. For the past few hours, he'd been absorbed with watching the Battle of New York (as it had become known) from the various different points of view that S.H.I.E.L.D. had been able to gather.
He'd seen what his new teammates (and that was a thought that he was still getting used to, especially because once upon a time, in those sorts of things, it would always be Hermione and Ron beside him) were capable of. He'd also paid close attention to an aspect that Agent Morse seemed fairly insistent on: their uniforms.
Clint and Natasha's were a basic variation of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s, even to the extent that both had the Agency's logo on them. Bruce, or in this instance, Hulk, didn't really get a suit, his giant green body was distinguishable enough. The remaining three were also very recognisable: Iron Man in his flying red and gold armour; Captain America's stars and stripes, not to mention his shield; and Thor's Asgardian armour and Mjölnir.
And then there was himself. Mage. The only distinguishing feature of his outfit was his blue-grey dragonhide cloak. But if he was going to be a part of the Avengers and have other missions, he was going to need more. Especially if he wanted to stay under the MACUSA's radar by utilizing that 'free pass' to use magic as long as he's doing 'Avenger duty' that Director Fury had somehow managed to get for him.
Harry's subconscious mind had been giving the concept of a uniform – he flatly refused to even think the word 'costume' – a fair bit of thought ever since it was first introduced to him. This meant that after he'd consciously made the decision to do something about it, he'd already had a good idea of what he was going to do.
Almost without thought, he began moving about his apartment, gathering items and bringing them back to lay on either the coffee table or the lounge. Once he thought that he was finished, Harry shook his head and went back for three more items. Laying them beside the others, he began to slowly go through it all.
His cloak, of course, was most prominent. In the battle, he'd used a sticking charm to keep it on his head but he thought that he could do better. Maybe an obscuris charm to hide his face?
Beside the cloak lay the remaining pieces of dragonhide clothing that he had. Dragonhide, after all, was the strongest natural material in the world and should do wonders for keeping him safe, not to mention that the black pants, shirt and boots were incredibly comfortable.
The belt that he'd worn during his journey around the world was next. It'd been adapted early in his five-year wanderings to hold multiple shrunken trunks, but that could easily be altered to carrying small pouches with space-expansion charms applied to them.
On the coffee table was an array of items that he thought could come in handy at one time or another, at the very least, having them in a feather-light pouch on his belt wouldn't hurt. His invisibility cloak was a given, as was his back-up wand and the Lightning Bolt broomstick. The vials of potions could be extremely handy in case of injuries or if he needed a pepper-up during an extended mission. Some of them, of course, weren't cheap either, but if they saved a life, well, that was simply galleons well spent as far as Harry was concerned.
And then there were the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products: Peruvian Instant Darkness powder; decoy detonators; a couple of extendable ears; a rocket box; a couple of skiving snackboxes; and, of course, a portable swamp. Harry was sure that there were new products out there, but this was all he had at the moment. He'd send a letter and a request to George later that week and request some more, after all, he was still a partner in the store.
When he put all of that together, he thought that his 'suit' would be quite good. But there was one thing that Harry knew: he hadn't practiced his magic in far too long, especially his defensive and offensive spells. With that in mind, he picked up the final three objects from the table. Two were books full of magic that he intended to practice and learn in his basement over the next couple of weeks while the Den was still closed.
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