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Hermione Granger woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring. She smiled softly and took her covers off. She stumbled to her bathroom door and turned on the light. She took a look at herself in the mirror.
"Bloody hell I look horrible," Hermione said. Her hair was everywhere and there was a line of dried drool on the side of her cheek. In a minute her clothes were off and she was in the shower. 20 minutes later the bathroom was steamy and Hermione wet. She dried herself off with a towel and wrapped it around her. She grabbed her toothbrush and started to brush her teeth, she admired herself doing it. Hermione hadn't changed much since her days in Hogwarts, but the relief of the war that ended back in her seventh year released some of the stress. The war had taken a toll on a lot of people. The Weasleys were all alive and well and so was Harry. Ever since Harry had killed off Voldemort, everyone moved on with their lives, no longer afraid and living in fear of it being your last day alive.
Her hair was more tame, but still a tad bushy when it was humid. Her eyes were still a hazel brown, but she now wore eye glasses. Her cheekbones a little higher (it fit her face structure), her teeth straight, and her body more filled out. She wasn't a beauty, but she was pretty. The thing that changed the most was her personality. Hermoine had always had a high self-esteem, but now she was more laid-back, confident, fun, and wise. It was the way she carried herself that made her, Hermione. With all her grooming done, she walked into the kitchen in her flat.
Well technically it wasn't only her flat; it was Ginny's as well. Except right now Ginny was at work. Ginny was a healer at St. Mungos. Harry a teacher at Hogwarts; he had taken the Defense against the Dark Arts post. Ron a magical sport shop keeper. His shop named Flaming Red Sports Supplies and Gadgets. Ever since the war ended Ginny and Harry had rekindled their love. Ron found something in Luna Lovingood, that no one could understand, and asked her out. As for Hermione she was a journalist for the Daily Prophet and she wrote the best selling novel Magic Found in Us. It was a book about her journey through life at Hogwarts and the difficult of being a muggleborn in a magical society. It had earned her an internship at the Daily Prophet and now she was a star journalist there. Hermione ate an orange and a bowl of cereal, while thinking these thoughts.
Hermione looked at the clock and gasped it was 10 minutes before she needed to be at work. She would be late, if she didn't get a move on. She grabbed her suitcase on the counter and flooed to her office at the Daily Prophet quarters. She made it just in time, because her manager Warner Bunch walked in.
"Top of the murning to you Ms. Granger," said Warner. Warner was from Ireland and a bit of a lunatic.
"Morning to you to Mr. Bunch," said Hermione, "may I help you?" Warner sat in the chair opposite of her desk.
"Mr. James has a new job for you and he said to tell you to go to the office," he said smiling.
"Okay I'll be going then," she said and got up. Hermione walked out of her office and down the hallway to Mr. James the head editor of the Daily Prophet. She knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a voice belonging to Mr. James. Mr. James was like that big uncle of yours. He was round around the middle and had a bald spot in the middle of his head.
"You called for me?" Hermione asked.
"New job," said Mr. James.
"Yes sir reporting for duty," Hermione said.
"An interview," said Mr. James," for Oliver Wood." Hermione gasped and shook her head. Why me? Why him? Oh bloody hell I think I'm gonna be sick.