Room 308, Monday night
Hermione is going over her World History notes, already cramming for the midterm. Every once in a while she'll look over at the Transfiguration book she still has, assure herself that everything in there that she could possibly need has been safely written down for her own records and if it isn't, then she can just ask Cedric to borrow it again, and try to go back to it.
At one point, she gets up just to check her messages, not squeeing at all when there's one waiting for her. Really. She is very cool about it. Except where she really is a sixteen-year-old girl. She calls back, and goes back to her notes, smiling a lot.
At one point, she gets up just to check her messages, not squeeing at all when there's one waiting for her. Really. She is very cool about it. Except where she really is a sixteen-year-old girl. She calls back, and goes back to her notes, smiling a lot.