<strong>Character</strong>: Harry James Potter (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181836.msg9158313#msg9158313)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Shell Cottage<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Hermione<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Harry merely stood quietly, his body sore, his mind ragged, as much so as Hermione's must have been.  Sleeping for the night and winding down.. or at least processing was a marvelous idea.  Harry went to the room he was directed too and sat on the bed, flopping back against the plushness of the mattress as the sea air made the curtains billow and froth, much like the sea outside.  He wished he could have gotten a warm shower, but instead he went to a small satchel that held a few pairs of clean clothes.  He took out a fresh pair of socks, underwear, jogging pants and a tank top and pulled off his robes and dirt ridden clothes as he pulled on the clean ones, tossing the old ones beside the satchel.<br/><br/>Walking to the window, he took out his wand, whispering "Aguamenti" to fill his palm with fresh water as he washed his face and flung the water out the window before laying down to sleep, or at the very least get some rest, hoping Hermione was okay.