The only thing that could be heard coming from Hermione Granger's bedroom on the night of the twenty-eighth of August was the tapping of keys on a computer keyboard.
Every evening for the past two weeks Hermione had logged onto the internet and chatted to a boy she only knew as "Cannon 16". She didn't know his real name, only that he was sixteen years old, wasn't a very fast typer ( she had figured this out for herself) and his favourite colour is orange. She met him on a chat room and they seemed to hit it off from there. Every morning she would wake up and wait eagerly for the evening to come around so that she could go up to her room and talk to him. This evening they were talking on the subject of school , and Hermione was finding it hard to explain the type of school she went to;
Smartgirl (Hermione's screen name, she thought she would make fun of herself) says:
Well, I go to a sort of special school.
Cannon 16 says:
What? A special school because you are so smart?
Smartgirl says:
Well, no, not exactly