Room 308, Friday evening
Hermione? Not having the greatest of weeks.
Because what had started out as a little bite with a few green lines stemming from it has kind of turned her hands and most of her arms green. And she's had to give up gloves because occasionally a leaf will sprout from a finger and that makes wearing them really uncomfortable.
She's been holding herself up in her room, trying to read through more books without actually touching them (even now she's worried about damaging pages), but she's itching everywhere, and when she scratches her head, she's pretty sure dirt just fell onto the page. That can't be good.
Slowly, she gets up to find a mirror, closing her eyes before holding it up so she doesn't have to see herself before she's ready. When she does look, her eyes widen and her jaw drops, as there seem to be buds sprouting on the top of her head. And... one from her ear. That one looks a little like a daisy.
Hermione swallows, lowering the mirror. "Um...?"
[Establishy.]
Because what had started out as a little bite with a few green lines stemming from it has kind of turned her hands and most of her arms green. And she's had to give up gloves because occasionally a leaf will sprout from a finger and that makes wearing them really uncomfortable.
She's been holding herself up in her room, trying to read through more books without actually touching them (even now she's worried about damaging pages), but she's itching everywhere, and when she scratches her head, she's pretty sure dirt just fell onto the page. That can't be good.
Slowly, she gets up to find a mirror, closing her eyes before holding it up so she doesn't have to see herself before she's ready. When she does look, her eyes widen and her jaw drops, as there seem to be buds sprouting on the top of her head. And... one from her ear. That one looks a little like a daisy.
Hermione swallows, lowering the mirror. "Um...?"
[Establishy.]