Part of The International Wizarding School Championshi, Grammar School
Task: Complex sentences
Hermione Granger was standing at the open window, her eyes gazing into the distance. The fear, overshadowed by pretended joy, was growing bigger and bigger. Fear of leaving her parents, her home, everything that had meant something to her, everything that was important in her life. Things were starting to become fragile even before she actually left this place, so how would it feel when she was on the train, on her way far away from home? She imagined her sitting in a compartment, all alone, her parents fading into the distance, off to a place she didn't know, into a world she didn't know, where she would have to find new friends.
And finding friends could be so hard when you're alone. Hermione turned away from the window, wiped over her teary face and tried to concentrate on something else.
There was loads of new stuff to learn. Surely conjuring spells and learning a new culture would be more than pleasant, the mere thought of using her wand made her hands twitch. Noticing she had been longing and dreading the 1st of September ever since she got her letter, Hermione sat down on her bed and picked up a book, thoughtfully.
There were so many things to consider. Of course she had been more than thrilled and willing to accept the offer of going to a wizard school, but now, a month later, realizing what this really meant, she started having seconds thoughts, she started overthinking her decision... All her friends, or rather the people that were the closest to friends to her, and herself, they had been planning to build a study group once they attended to Secondary School, and although Hermione generally preferred studying alone, she had happily agreed. Now they were mad at her for not keeping her promise, since Hermione had told them her parents had decided to sent her to boarding school. They weren't supportive at all, teasing her about having to go away whilst everyone could stay at home, sleeping in their known bed...
Hermione felt getting sadder again, if only she knew it was the right thing to go away, go to wizard school... Probably everyone at school knew each other, she might be the only Muggle-born, the outsider, the friendless weirdo no one wanted to talk to – Hermione could imagine the scenario in front of her inner eye, everyone being able to perform spells without problems and her struggling with what was introduced in their books as "basic beginner level".
Hermione closed her eyes and thought of her parents. Her mother, who had tried to reassure her, saying that she needn't worry, and that they would always send her letters...
Of course, there was more than one good thing about going to Hogwarts: Hermione couldn't wait to discover the magical world, she wanted to be able to learn using magic, controlling it, since she had always found it striking she was capable of doing odd stuff but having no explanation for it. And the witch who had been here had seemed so nice, Hermione could hardly imagine her working at a dreadful place...
She decided she was going to be fine, spending her time reading and learning, that finding friends couldn't be so hard, and once they were found, she wouldn't miss her parents that much anymore... Hopefully.