Hermione grinned as she saw the tall gates, closed at the moment, but she knew she would soon become a student there, she had been forced to leave Hogwarts by her mother and farther. It had become too dangerous there for her, was the excuse they had for sending her all the way to Japan, too bad they were now no longer around to see her off to her new school. From what she could see it was a nice looking building and off to the far side she could see another building behind a large wall. Probably the Night Class dorms. She though, a grin finding its way onto her face.
Oh, no the school was far from magnificent compared to Hogwarts, but, she reasoned in her own mind. It will be fun.
A week later she once again approached the school gates, grinning this time as they swung open with an eerie squeak, it was already dark out by now, not that she actually minded, if anything she preferred the dark to the light, it meant less people. Her grin become somewhat forced a few moments after when she once again set her eyes on the school, wondering what Harry and Ron would think of it. But them, only really use to seeing weirdness and huge magnificence probably wouldn't have understood why she did in fact think that the building was beautiful.
She made her way quickly and quietly towards the school, following the pathways pointed out to her from a map she had been memorising the day before. She went on her way to the Headmasters office, not caring, or at least not noticing eyes watching from a few stories above. But then she looked up, appearing to look just to the side of the window as a small grin played across her lips before her head dropped again so that she was looking ahead.
Once she got to the headmasters office she was less than impressed, having been inside and stood in front of Headmaster Dumbledore's once or twice. Though the wooden door seemed…nice? No it didn't. She wanted to go back to Hogwarts, but there was no longer anything there for her, so what was the point? But then, when she looked more closely she saw that there were in fact carvings on the door, small and intricate, hurting her eyes with the amount of detail in the tiny image. She shifted her eyes and knocked loudly on the now beautiful door, from behind came a voice. "Come in."
Mr. Cross already seemed almost as strange as Dumbledore, she noted as she opened the door, he wasn't very strangely dressed, but he hardly looked normal either.
"Granger Hermione." He started, but stopped as he heard the door creak open behind Hermione. A girl and a lad about her age made their way into the room. The headmaster cleared his throat and began again. "Granger He-" But he was once again cut off but by the boy, who seemed to choke on his own breath.
"A Granger? Here?"
So, I've noticed I am Hermione obsessed, but I hope you enjoy. I also hope this makes sense and I haven't made this utterly ruin both VK and HP, which I do not own by the way.