Do you believe in magic
"Miss Granger?"
In a young girls heart
"Miss Granger, will you please answer the question?"
That the music will set her free, whenever it
-"MISS GRANGER, ANSWER ME!"
Ten year old Hermione Granger jerked up from her thoughts, and looked up at her teacher, Mrs. Halton, or as Hermione called her, Mrs. Hellton.
"Er...1492?"
Mrs. Hellton looked surprised at her, but her expression soon changed back to that hateful look she reserved only for Hermione.
"That would be correct. Everybody, please take notes, because at this date, Hermione Granger gave a right answer. If I am not mistaken, it would be the first time."
Hermione blushed. Why couldn't that old bat leave her alone?
Determined not to let her terrible teacher get the better of her, she fixed her gaze at a stack of white sheets of paper.
"Even though this may be a reason for you too throw a celebration party, miss Granger, class must go on."
Hermione could feel tears welling up into her eyes. Why did her teacher hate her so? Ok, she was stupid, but that wasn't her fault, right?
Miss Halton threw Hermione a contemptuous look, and Hermione stared even harder at the stack of paper.
"Now, I have finished grading your tests, and I am astounded over the low amount of right answers. Is it so hard for you to remember how many years it go between each time it stops raining on Jupiter?"
As she returned to her desk, she added:
"For the record, it's seven years. Basically, just as many years it goes between each time Mrs. Granger use her brains."
Hermione bit her lip. She knew what was coming.
Another failed test. Another disappointment for her parents.
She just sat there, waiting for that blasted teacher to throw another insult at her. She watched as in slow motion, Mrs. Halton leaned over, and was about to pick up the papers, when the most wonderful thing happened.
The papers flew.
Or that would say, as once the teacher touched them, the papers turned into a dozen of tiny, white birds.
Mrs. Halton screeched, and the class ducked. But Hermione stood up, smiling.
She was laughing as she ran over to the window and opened it.
She watched them fly out of the school yard, and into the woods nearby.
She smiled, wishing she could follow them.
"Miss Granger! Detention!"