So, I could not for the life of me remember Hermione's dad's name, I had no access to internet when I wrote this. I still don't know it. I just avoided using the name as much as possible.
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Jean Granger was an average woman, she lived with her husband, they both worked in areas they love, they have a daughter, she was engaged.
She smiled when she met the boy. His hair was red fire, his eyes blue like water.
"Dad, can you come help me with this?" Hermione, Jean's daughter, asked, calling her husband into the next room, leaving her alone with the boy.
"Mrs. Granger." The boy, Ronald, looked uncomfortable. Jean didn't know if she should be please or not.
"Ronald." He shuffled.
"You two met in school?" Jean decided to make small conversation, she didn't want to torture the boy, much.
"Yes ma'am. We were in the same house. Best friends since second year." Ronald smiled, his eyes glazing like he was remembering fond memories.
"Are you from an alumni family? Or were you recruited from outside?" Hermione was recruited from outside the usual, her skills and mind were found by one of the teachers.
"I am from an alumni family. Alumni for generations actually." He looked a mix of proud and ashamed, she wasn't sure why.
"We're back." Hermione announced as she and her father walked back into the room. Jean gave the boy a look. He looked properly respectful.
I hope I did her justice. :D