Whispers
The whispers followed her through every corridor she walked. People stared blatantly, until her head turned, and they struck up loud conversations with the person next to them. There was a hold-up in the Ministry lift caused by several overly-giggly women staring at her, mouths opened wide.
It went on for much of the morning. Wherever she went there were whispers and stares. She pointedly ignored them, and walked on with her head held high, but inwards, she was somewhat confused. It was almost impossible that it related to whatever ill feelings were still there from her Voldemort fighting days. Somewhat panicked, she grabbed the nearest Daily Prophet and flicked through it, wondering if someone had reported something about her. Coming up blank, she perused every magazine on the rack, looking for anyone who could have written something about her.
Half an hour later, she walked towards her office, now feeling down-right panicked. No-one had ever whispered or stared this badly for the last ten years. She was so sure that she had left all that behind!
Walking towards her assistant, Leanne, she said good morning. Leanne looked up and smiled, but it quickly changed to a shocked look. Feeling distinctly annoyed, she walked up to her.
"Is there something wrong?" she demanded. "Everyone's been staring and whispering all day! They can't possibly be talking about the whole Voldemort nonsense still!" Leanne looked uncomfortable.
"It's just, well-"
"You know what? I don't care. I can take whatever they throw at me."
"Well, Mrs. Weasley, it's just-"
"I mean, what do they think I am? Some sort of person who just breaks down when a few people start talking about me?"
"I think you should just-"
"Honestly Leanne, the way you're going about it, you're making it out to be something really big!" Shaking her head, she made to turn around, but Leanne's next words hit her like a streak of highly electrified lightning.
"Your hair is blue!" she said in a rush, with the air of someone who wanted to get over with the worst.
"What?" she whispered in a quite scary voice.
"I- Well, your hair is blue, and I j-just thought th-that you sh-should know…" she trailed off, as she visibly saw Hermione swelling with fury.
"GEORGE WEASLEY, I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU TWICE!"
A/N: It was really random, but I thought it was appropriate. Kind of random, it was meant to be humorous, don't know if it worked though. Review to let me know! Thankyou to my awesome beta, Jazz E. Roisin.
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