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The quill flew over the parchment, gliding like a figure skater through complex waves and loops. The long, deft fingers that moved it were currently gripping the pointed feather with a strength reflective of the deeply focused expression on the writer's face.
Forty minutes, and Hermione had already completed more than the minimum three feet required for the potions essay. The topic was a difficult one, concerning potions theory at its most complex. The soon-to-be-leaving seventh year students had been given the tedious task of choosing a particularly advanced antidote and describing at length the exact process by which they believed it to have been developed. Needless to say, she was one of the few to have started the assignment thus far, and the only one to have progressed past the first few inches.
Her friends often cautioned her to slow down, lest she make a mistake. Such carelessness would undoubtedly cost the house several points, as it seemed Snape would go to any lengths to brighten his day by disheartening the Gryffindors. The truth was, the more she concentrated, the faster she worked, and some of her best essays had been written in under twenty minutes. It was enough to make Ron scream on the not so rare occasions that he procrastinated until late the night before his own assignments were due. It even irritated her professors when they gave a piece to be written on demand. They would suggest she go back over it, firm in the belief that nothing worth reading could have been finished so quickly. Nothing could sway her, however, and she would simply smile and insist that she had, in fact, checked it over multiple times.
She was teased relentlessly at times for taking schoolwork to such an extreme. It never bothered her, on account of the simple fact that she labored so long for herself and her future, as well as the immense satisfaction of living up to her full potential. After all, it would be worth it by the time she left Hogwarts, wouldn't it?
She was content, for the first time since receiving the fateful letter announcing her acceptance to the magical school, to concentrate fully on whatever she wished. There was no more cause for worry, the dark lord had at last been defeated by the headmaster with the aid of Harry.
It was a welcome change, and she relished it.
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Just a short vignette about Hermione. I figured I'd leave off the fact that this is my first HP fic until here =) Anyway, this piece is screaming to become a prologue to a much longer fic about 7th year... Any input? Ideas? I'll take any suggestions.
Ruby-chan
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The quill flew over the parchment, gliding like a figure skater through complex waves and loops. The long, deft fingers that moved it were currently gripping the pointed feather with a strength reflective of the deeply focused expression on the writer's face.
Forty minutes, and Hermione had already completed more than the minimum three feet required for the potions essay. The topic was a difficult one, concerning potions theory at its most complex. The soon-to-be-leaving seventh year students had been given the tedious task of choosing a particularly advanced antidote and describing at length the exact process by which they believed it to have been developed. Needless to say, she was one of the few to have started the assignment thus far, and the only one to have progressed past the first few inches.
Her friends often cautioned her to slow down, lest she make a mistake. Such carelessness would undoubtedly cost the house several points, as it seemed Snape would go to any lengths to brighten his day by disheartening the Gryffindors. The truth was, the more she concentrated, the faster she worked, and some of her best essays had been written in under twenty minutes. It was enough to make Ron scream on the not so rare occasions that he procrastinated until late the night before his own assignments were due. It even irritated her professors when they gave a piece to be written on demand. They would suggest she go back over it, firm in the belief that nothing worth reading could have been finished so quickly. Nothing could sway her, however, and she would simply smile and insist that she had, in fact, checked it over multiple times.
She was teased relentlessly at times for taking schoolwork to such an extreme. It never bothered her, on account of the simple fact that she labored so long for herself and her future, as well as the immense satisfaction of living up to her full potential. After all, it would be worth it by the time she left Hogwarts, wouldn't it?
She was content, for the first time since receiving the fateful letter announcing her acceptance to the magical school, to concentrate fully on whatever she wished. There was no more cause for worry, the dark lord had at last been defeated by the headmaster with the aid of Harry.
It was a welcome change, and she relished it.
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Just a short vignette about Hermione. I figured I'd leave off the fact that this is my first HP fic until here =) Anyway, this piece is screaming to become a prologue to a much longer fic about 7th year... Any input? Ideas? I'll take any suggestions.
Ruby-chan