Written for School Of Prompts on HPFC.
Prompt: Clever
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"Really?" cried Dr. Granger, staring incredulously at her daughter. "Magic?"
Hermione Granger, age 11, was staring at the 'supposed' Professor McGonagall who came from Hogwarts, a school for Wizards and Witches. She was trying to decide whether this was one big joke or not. "I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to believe I'm magical and there's a 'Magic School'?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a place of learning so you could learn to use your abilities. Magic is a rare gift that you possess, no one can take that away from you. Hogwarts has offered you a place to study there," Professor McGonagall spoke as if sensing the girl's skepticism. She offered a warm smile to the girl, hoping to ease her worries.
"This isn't one big joke, is it?" Hermione blurted out before she could stop herself. How she wanted to believe this kind woman in front of her, who hadn't a reason to lie to her. Hermione wanted to believe she wasn't this giant friendless freak.
Professor McGonagall smiled at the nervous girl who was looking uncomfortable. "This isn't a joke, dear. There really is a school for magic as absurd as it sounds, I know. I'm more than positive that you'll fit in wonderfully with all the other children."
Hermione squirmed around in her seat. Magic was real?
"Professor McGonagall, was it?" Mrs. Granger asked hesitantly. "What exactly will she be learning there?"
"There's all sort of classes at Hogwarts. For instance, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Arithmetic, Divination, and much more."
Hermione perked her head up as the mention of classes. She could feel herself growing excited at the prospect of learning magic. She leaned forward in her seat, and spoke fast. "How long are the classes? Are there many options we can choose? Do we learn flying? Is there a library where we can study? How many books are there? Do we have exams?"
"You're an intelligent one aren't you?" Professor McGonagall asked, a twinkle in her eye. "With your brains, you'll be the top of the class."
Hermione blushed sheepishly as her parents beamed at her. "I guess."
"Hermione's being modest," Mrs. Granger gushed with pride. "She's the top of her class, and she's in the honor roll at school. Her teachers think she should skip a grade. She's my clever little girl."
Hermione blushed a shade of crimson, and muttered 'stop' to her mother.
Professor McGonagall smiled at the girl in front of her. She saw potential and a bright future for this girl, Hermione Granger. "I'm sure she's very clever."