On a hot humid and sunny day Severus needed to get out of the sun and out of his home. What better way than a trip to the library to work on some much needed research for a few potions and some ingredients. He'd trawled through the stacks enjoying the magically induced air conditioning. It was the perfect temperature for him and was much better than sustaining a cooling spell on his person. It took him about a half hour for him to find all the necessary books he needed, now to find and empty and secluded table to spread out on.
And then a sight he did not expect stopped him. The tables were all empty with the exception of the one to the far left drenched in sun. There sat a woman, somewhat familiar, but foreign. She sat in tight jeans and a cross back tank top better suited for working out. Her hair was cut short in a sort 1930s/1940s men's style. It suited the young woman. But her skin. What skin he could see was sun kissed and golden. The rest of it was covered in intricate tattoos and on carful inspection, scars.
Quietly he crept closer to get a better look. The woman was indeed a witch as the tattoos moved just like wizarding pictures. On her arms were tattoos from shoulder to elbow. He could see her right arm clearer and saw words wrapped around her arms that circled her arms. On her back, partially covered by her shirt, were thestral wings. He felt sadness in those wings. He wondered if they were under the same rules as the thestrals were, only those who've witnessed death could see them. Then again at this point in time probably most of the wizarding world could see them. He couldn't quite see her other arm but it looked as if she had traditional tribal tattoos of the Celts intermixed with blooming flowers. The tattoos were in fact beautiful and he stood a little longer to look at them.
And that's when she turned to go in her bag. His heart stopped and he gasped. She heard and looked up. The familiarity was evident. The beautiful tattooed woman was Hermione Granger. She'd all but fallen by the way side going into the world of spells and dark magic. Her friends had gone on to fame and fortune and forgotten her. Her family had died in a car accident in Australia and it had been about a decade before Severus saw her last.
Hermione sat up and then stood. She was curvy and muscular and stood with an air of sure confidence. She walked towards Severus and held out her hand for a handshake. Severus let go of his books instantly letting them float around him and took her hand.
"Long time, no see. How are you?" She said quietly. Severus couldn't help but smile. He was happy to know she was safe and healthy.