There she sat in the small, cold room. Piles and piles of books sawrmed around her. Beside the candlelight that danced across her face, only dimly eluminating the space it's set at, the moonlight flooded through the windows. She pulled the cloak closer around her body. Her hood was up, she didn't want to be seen. She gripped the quill tight in her fingers that were growing numb from the cold. The draft was awful. Ink dripped slowly from the quill's tip from lack of use, staning the wooden table top.
She could feel the dryness in her eyes, she knew they were bloodshot. Parchment was set unused. What she was looking for seemed to never be able to come; would never be found. It was as if it didn't want to. It was mandatory that she found what she was looking for. If not...she would feel, rather, unaccomplished. Another page; turned. Another paragraph; read. Another book; throughly read and worn out. She let out a cry of frustration, and knocked the ink off of the table. She didn't care about it.
She stood up and looked around, hoping the answer would appear out of thin air. In a way, it did. She noticed a book on a top shelf. The binding looked like it would fall apart at the slightest touch. Grabbing it, she opened it to see the pages wearing away, the print faded. It was not hard to read, but not easy to understand. Reading the pages carefully, she stopped dead on towards the back of the book. It was there, right in front of her. What she was looking for. She let out a breath that she hadn't a clue on how long she'd been holding it in. Quickly, as her ink was now unusable, she tore the delicate page out of the book and slipped it into her pouch. She tugged on her robes as she stood again, and walked over to the window. After pulling out the page again, and reading it twice more, she focused her mind on her target. She raised her wand to her head, recited the incantation, and a reddish light strung from the tip of her wand. She then set her mind on the target once more, said the incantation again, and watched the red light mix with gold and shoot off into the stary nights' skiy. With one last look around, and a satisfied smile, she Disapparated.
Some people, from afar, would think that this was the former Hogwarts student. The girl who in third year took more classes than she could handle. The girl who was more intellegent than most. But then again, others would think not. The ones who would, however, only had the silloutte to look at in the light. The givaway was the mounds of books and disgarded parchment around the tables. But they were wrong.
This was not Hermione Granger.
(A/N: So! This was a little sneak peek I had to post, as it was nagging on me as I was writing the next chapter in "The Project". Speaking of which, I started school this past week, so updates will be slower. Sorry! You don't know how mad at myself I am when I don't post within a week of my last post. Anyway, yes slight cliffhanger. Please comment!
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