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CHARACTER
» Name: Hermione Granger
» Fandom: Harry Potter (BOOKS, not movies :| TYVM)
» Reference: http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Hermione_Granger
» Canon Point: Deathly Hallows; Chapter 23 - Malfoy Manor. Before they escape.
» Gender: Female through and through!
» Age: 18! September birthdays for the win.
» Orientation: Heterosexual; Hermione has never shown any interest in females throughout the series. She has, however, had a crush on Gilderoy Lockhart purely because of his looks when she was 12, briefly dated Viktor Krum during her 4th year, gone on a date with Cormac McLaggen, and loved one Ronald Weasley since she was about 13. All of this points to her being attracted to men and only men.
» Personality: There are many words people have used to describe Hermione; annoying, know-it-all, Mudblood, brave, friend, to name a few. All of these are part of her personality but, as with most people, aren’t all there is to her. There are sides of her that only her closest friends have seen and sides to her she shows openly. Sometimes she’s cold and distant, other times she wears her emotions on her sleeve. She is a variety of emotions and quirks, just like any teenage girl would be.
Hermione’s intelligence is certainly one of the first things people notice about her, followed closely by how outspoken she is with it. She has a need to enlighten the world, it seems, constantly correcting people or educating them on topics that she feels are far too little known - such as the welfare of elves or the magical view on muggle appliances and how they differ from the actual use of the appliance itself. She loves to learn and absorbs everything around her like a sponge. It borderlines with obsession, of course - her need for perfect grades and taking as many courses as she can to be as educated as she can has gotten her in trouble more than once. In her third year, for example, she had to use a Time Turner secretly just to attend all of her classes at the proper times. She exhausted herself as she was literally working more hours than there were in a day in order to complete everything. She sometimes doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut, either, and has caused many fights with Ron over it as well as offending people without really meaning to. She has learned to be a little less blunt and a little more kind, but it’s hard when she views the world so logically where others do not.
She was sorted into Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw for clear reasons; Hermione’s loyalty to her friends and bravery in the face of clear danger is always something that has come to the front of the line when it is needed. She wants to help the little people, do what is right, whether or not it’s the smart thing to do is besides the point. She is willing to put aside studies and knowledge and charge recklessly into danger when it is the right thing to do. She has followed Harry where ever he needs her since the day he saved her life and he and Ron are the two best friends she could ever ask for. They have lightened her up when it comes to rules and when to break them, brought her on adventures she never would have had otherwise... And she has paid them back by saving their necks on numerous occasions.
Hermione’s Mudblood status in the magical world has, at times, left her feeling isolated from her pureblood counterparts. She has faced bigotry head on simply for having Muggles for parents, though she holds her chin high and tries her best to not let it get to her. She overachieves to prove her worth to purebloods, to show them she is just as talented if not more-so than they are, and that she won’t back down just because they deem her inferior because of blood status. She fights for equality amongst all magical creatures as she doesn’t want anyone to feel the isolation that she has felt simply for being born something that didn’t fit in to the norm.
While logic is Hermione’s front to the world, her friends know her as being deeply emotional. She cries easily and her feelings are shown often on her sleeve. People know when she’s happy, people know when she’s angry, people know when she’s sad. It’s no mystery. Not unless something more important comes along that causes a need to put her feelings second. Her friends safety is more important than fear, so it often takes a backseat when the time comes to help them. The appearance of being in control around strangers is more important than her upsets, so rarely does she argue with people around - unless Ron gets under her skin, that is. She tries to keep herself from crying until she is alone, being shamed for losing control enough to cry in front of others. She has to trust someone in order to really open up to them, but once she does, her emotions are out there for all to see. She can also understand how others are feeling and rationalize their reasons or explain them to others.
Despite this, she can often come across as unsympathetic and has a very hard time when other people do show their emotions, especially at inopportune times. She has gotten better and can hold people when they cry or give them a sympathetic ear when they need to rant, but she has learned that often, she can’t give advice. She comes forth with logical reasoning, an objective view that someone who is extremely emotional can’t handle. She overthinks the situations, tries to fix them rather than help, and it often doesn’t have the best results with other people.
Overall, Hermione is a caring individual who keeps to a tight knit group of friends and fights for freedom. She is every bit a Gryffindor and anyone who knows her and the characteristics of the house would agree that she was placed into the right one.
» Appearance: Hermione is of average height and average build, with bushy brown hair (even if Emma Watson doesn’t do bushy...) and large brown eyes. She has perfect teeth thanks to magic fixing the buck teeth she had as a child. She’s not normally found in very pretty things, dressing plainly and not doing much with hair or make up. If she chooses to go all out, she can straighten her hair and make herself look quite presentable, to the point where even Draco Malfoy turns his head, but for the most part, she chooses to stay plain and ordinary to not attract any attention.
Her collar will be a maroon leather choker, about an inch or so thick, with an emblem of a lion in the center.
Reference Picture: http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/deathly_hallows_emma_watson_walks.jpg
» Suitability: N/A
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry: [video]
[Hermione clears her throat some, trying her best to flatten out her hair before she begins speaking into the device. She looks worn, with circles under her eyes, and seems mildly uncomfortable sitting.]
I’m afraid I can’t get much out of the maids in this place other than conformation that the person I thought was responsible for my transportation to this place isn’t, and that I can look for answers in this device. I don’t think the people who last held me would even know what these things are or how they work, so I suppose it’s safe to believe them.
If someone could tell me who this “Atia” is and what exactly it is she wants from me, it would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise, I really must be returning to London. H--
People are expecting me.
Thank you.
» "amatomneslogs" Entry: Stiff would be putting it lightly. As Hermione rolled over in bed, she felt as though her back were on fire. Her neck was sore and her head was pounding. It was uncomfortable at the least, horribly painful at the most, and she groaned as she buried her face into the soft sheets covering the pillow. She stretched to try and get her back to crack, noting that while she was terribly sore, there was a certain pleasant feeling lingering in her gut. A tingling sensation she had never really felt before and a warmth radiating from between her legs.
She stopped stretching abruptly.
Hermione last remembered passing out from pain in Malfoy Manor as Bellatrix shouted yet another curse in her direction, flicked her again with a knife, or spat at her in disgust for being unwilling to talk. It was not exactly a memory that would instill pleasant sensations or make someone expect to wake up in satin covered beds with comfortable pillows and a breeze blowing in from a nearby window.
And that feeling between her legs... She sat up immediately, pulling the sheet up with her as she realized she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Hermione Granger was not one to sleep naked. She swallowed roughly, pulling the sheet back to look down at herself. She was bruised and had superficial cuts over a good portion of her flesh, but that wasn’t what was important. Her free hand moved down to touch her thigh, pulling it back to stare at the wetness that coated it.
“Oh, God...” She felt a wave of nausea. What had happened that she could not for the life of her remember? She had been saving herself, wanting only Ron, and now - now...
She pushed the knowledge to the side. Panicking would do her no good when it was obvious she’d been transported to another mansion. Her virginity was less important than Ron or Harry’s lives, less important than saving the entire magical world from Voldemort. She had to figure out where she was, see if there was a way out now that she was no longer chained and there appeared to be no guards. Forcing the pain of movement and the emotional upset over what may have occurred the night before, she slid out of bed, taking the sheet with her.
She quickly looked around the room searching for any signs of magical security measures. Without her wand, she certainly couldn’t find it easily, but there didn’t seem to be any obvious notations of it. Spotting her clothes at the end of the bed, she went over to them, quickly dressing herself. It was then that she noted the collar around her neck. Scoffing, she went to the mirror to get a better look. Fingers wrapped around the leather band, tugging some, but it wouldn’t come loose. She looked for a clasp or some other way to remove it and found nothing.
“Disgusting,” she muttered. It must have been held on by magical means. Collared like an animal - who did they think they were? Sighing, she held her arms around her, feeling vulnerable and defenseless. Without her wand, she would have to fight with her hands if she ran into anyone. It was not going to be easy.
Moving to the window, she glanced outside, and gasped at the sight. A hand covered her mouth to muffle the sound, not wanting to alert anyone she was awake. This was certainly not London. It wasn’t even England or anywhere in Great Britain that she recognized. Had they apparated her as far as Greece? How had they not been discovered? Had she perhaps been unconscious longer than she had thought and they had traveled without passing over magical borders?
“Not the time to think about it, Hermione,” she muttered to herself, lowering her hand and heading for the door. She glanced around for any signs of guards. Seeing none, she snuck as quietly as she could towards the stairs. It was time to find some answers.