The Quiz
Hermione Granger laid her keys and her wand down on her small kitchen table and contemplated pouring herself a glass of wine. Of course she could use her wand to lock up her apartment, but she much preferred the old-fashioned keys. They made her feel more connected to the muggle world she once grew up in. Besides, the door had so many wards on it that no witch or wizard would be able get in with a mere lumos.
She grabbed a clean wine glass from the sink, the bottle from the fridge, and proceeded to pour herself a glass as she made her way to the couch. After such an exhausting day at the Ministry all Hermione wanted to do was drink a glass of wine and go to bed.
The shifts she had been working were getting later and later by the day as she took on more and more cases to try and help those around her. Yet, no matter how tired she was after a long week at the office, Hermione was still satisfied by being able to use her brain to give back to others. All she had ever wanted to do was help people in need, and now she represented the weak in the wizard court.
As she sipped from her glass of wine, she picked up a women's magazine that had accidently been delivered to her. She usually didn't partake in sure frivolity, but then again who was she to turn down a free magazine.
The images glittered brightly as the woman on the covered continuously winked and blew a kiss to show off her new lip plumping potion- something Hermione would never invest in herself. Yet, she skimmed through the pages looking at the cosmetics and glancing at the advice columns.
Until she came across a quiz.
What Kind of Woman Are You? asked the quiz in large pink font.
Hermione had always thought of herself as an independent woman. A woman who could take care of and provide for herself. So she began the quiz interested to see if the magazine would agree. What else was she going to do on a Friday night?
She began to tick off questions with a stray quill she found on her coffee table.
What are you most likely to be doing on a Friday night? the magazine asked. Are you out at a club meeting new people? Are you out on a date with your honey? Or are you at home with a glass of wine thinking about going to bed?
Hermione looked down at herself and then checked the last one.
Who is most likely to be your New Year's kiss? the quiz prompted next. Are you sharing the first minute of the year lip locked with a fun stranger you met at a party? Are you having a romantic smooch with the special person in your life? Or are you spending the New Year single and making resolutions to find the right one again this year?
Although she didn't like the phrasing, Hermione check the last one again. She continued down the page answering each slightly offensive question as best she could until reached the point where you tally up your score.
"Such bullshit!" Hermione said to the page when she finished. She couldn't stop staring down at the results.
The Homely Woman
The homely woman is the girl no guy dreams of. She often works too much and goes out too little all the while looking more exhausted than fabulous. Don't bother asking a homely woman to go out on the town with you, she will always elect to stay at home. You are often to find the homely woman where else but home alone on a prime weekend night. Typically she has chosen to stay home with a fictional man instead of going out to get a real one.
Hermione was appalled. No-outraged! She couldn't believe someone would call her homely. Sure she wasn't out on a Friday night, but that didn't mean she spent every weekend at home alone. She simply preferred to be home because it was more relaxing. And so what if she liked to read romance stories every now and again. Reading did not mean you could only get a fictitious man!
She threw down the article in a huff. She'd show them homely. She was going out!
In fact, she was going to dress to the nines and show that magazine exactly who's boss. She wasn't homely! She was hot. And independent. And going out for a drink!
Throwing what was left of her wine in the sink, Hermione proceeded to her bedroom to rate her closet before making a late night appearance at what was one of the hottest bars in town.