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Hermione yawned and stretched out in the leather covered wooden chair.
I will NOT fall asleep at my desk again, I will NOT fall asleep at my desk again.
She thought to herself, repeating it like a mantra.
Sighing she reached for one of the Lemon Drops she couldn't resist keeping in steady supply on the deak. She popped it into her mouth with a nod at the portrait of Headmaster Dumbledore that hung above the mantle, she could have sworn it winked back.
Almost ready to call it a night she grimaced as she realized there was one last thing she must do before bed. Opening the bottom lower left drawer, she slid her finger along the right side of the wood until she felt the hidden catch. Snapping it a rolled piece of parchment fell into her hands quickly and she brought it up and stretched it across her desk. Picking up her wand she waved it over the paper murmuring, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good".
As rooms and dots swam into focus she whispered to herself, "Well lets just see how many students I scared into obeying." Noting that two or three students had apparently ignored her decree completely Hermione chuckled to herself.
"We'll wait a bit before we say anything again." she stated before she realized she was talking to herself. Pursing her lips she darted a glance at the portraits grinning or grimacing at her from around the room. With a quick "Mischief managed" she cleared the parchment and returned it to it's hiding spot. Checking her schedule for the next day, she hunted around under her desk for her shoes. Finding one but not the other she said a quick Accio and stood up from her desk. Stretching her stiff and weary joints yet again, she made her way out of the office, contentment, if not happiness settling across her shoulders.
I will NOT fall asleep at my desk again, I will NOT fall asleep at my desk again.
She thought to herself, repeating it like a mantra.
Sighing she reached for one of the Lemon Drops she couldn't resist keeping in steady supply on the deak. She popped it into her mouth with a nod at the portrait of Headmaster Dumbledore that hung above the mantle, she could have sworn it winked back.
Almost ready to call it a night she grimaced as she realized there was one last thing she must do before bed. Opening the bottom lower left drawer, she slid her finger along the right side of the wood until she felt the hidden catch. Snapping it a rolled piece of parchment fell into her hands quickly and she brought it up and stretched it across her desk. Picking up her wand she waved it over the paper murmuring, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good".
As rooms and dots swam into focus she whispered to herself, "Well lets just see how many students I scared into obeying." Noting that two or three students had apparently ignored her decree completely Hermione chuckled to herself.
"We'll wait a bit before we say anything again." she stated before she realized she was talking to herself. Pursing her lips she darted a glance at the portraits grinning or grimacing at her from around the room. With a quick "Mischief managed" she cleared the parchment and returned it to it's hiding spot. Checking her schedule for the next day, she hunted around under her desk for her shoes. Finding one but not the other she said a quick Accio and stood up from her desk. Stretching her stiff and weary joints yet again, she made her way out of the office, contentment, if not happiness settling across her shoulders.