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Office hours- Friday
Hermione had finished all her work for class fairly early. Now, however, her attention was very much divided. She was trying to write a letter to Ron, but that kept ending in very. emphatic scrawl either ranting or denying that anything of interest had happened, and so her bin was filling up with discarded first, second and eighth drafts that ( Read more... ) -
MHA #6- Saturday morning
Hermone has changed over the summer overnight. She used to be a total bookworm with frizzy brown hair and that had all changed. She had gotten tired of being that girl and so she decided when she went back to school she was going to be a different person, so she died her hair and got it straitened, and she began dressing better, kind of Goth. Now ( Read more... ) -
Office hours- Friday
It was a bit surreal for Hermione to have an office. She supposed it might be a week or two before it began to feel normal, and step one towards achieving that was spending part of today arranging things exactly the way she wanted them. It didn't make her feel any less like she was playacting when she sat behind the desk, but it at least helped ( Read more... ) -
The Burrow- June 1999- Friday night Fandom time
Hermione had a brief moment of silence, and she was using it to pack. She liked staying at the Burrow, but it was sometimes very, very difficult to get a moment's peace. She sometimes thought Mrs. Weasley did that on purpose, especially now that among Ginny and the trio, everyone seemed to have paired off. It must have occurred to her that for ( Read more... ) -
Voicemail
"Hello, you've reached Hermione Granger. Please leave your name and number and I will return your call as soon as I am able. If this is Ron, for god's sakes, you don't need to yell into the phone, I can hear you just fine." -
Room 308, Friday evening
There wasn't much at all left for Hermione to pack away, just the bare essentials. The rest had all been loaded into a fairly small (though extremely heavy) trunk, a carrying case for Crookshanks and a small knapsack that she would be able to carry with her. That too was a little heavy, but she hadn't been able to decide which books to bring along ( Read more... ) -
Room 308, Tuesday afternoon
Hermione didn't have any kid emo to worry about, which she thought was a really good thing, timingwise. It meant she was able to concentrate on what she was doing: wondering how she'd accumulated so much stuff over the last two years ( Read more... ) -
Room 308, Saturday early morning
Hermione had planned to go to prom, but when it came down to it, she hadn't really wanted to. The end of her finals meant that she was able to think about other things, like the fact that June was very close, and she had been spoiled for book six knew a thing or two that was set to happen. It was always possible that things wouldn't work out the ( Read more... ) -
Room 308, Wednesday morning
The other bad thing about being sleep-deprived and too study-stressed to realize you'd been drinking decaf was that when you crashed early and didn't set an alarm, it led to you waking up ten minutes before your class, freaking out, getting ready in about two minutes and racing off to class in case she had some time to review there ( Read more... ) -
Room 308, Tuesday evening
There was a problem with pretty much staying up for three nights studying for both finals on Wednesday, and that was that it made you tired. Imagine that. This was the situation Hermione found herself in, surrounded by her notes and handouts all over her bed Tuesday evening, trying to make sure she really did have everything down pat when it was ( Read more... )