Written for: Astronomy, task 2 (Venus): write about someone who is mistaken for two people or who has a second identity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (though I don't see why you'd think I do in the first place, considering this is a fanfiction website)
She was a whirlwind in autumn. While during the other seasons she was organized and responsible, in autumn she was colorful and chaotic and shone as bright as the stars she gazed up at. In autumn, she wasn't afraid to let go, to be unique, to get her feet dirty and to feel the crisp air on her skin. In autumn, anything was possible; she could be a poet one day, an artist the next, and a writer a day later. She could wear big sweaters and leggings, or hoodies and jeans; big skirts and shawls or even skirts over leggings in a knit sweater with a scarf tied around her neck.
In autumn, she could be playful like an otter, or thoughtful. She could climb trees and read in them, or she could sit wrapped in a blanket and complete an essay. She could eat apples and popcorn and drink hot chocolate wrapped in a fuzzy blanket on the moonlit grounds, or snuggle up next to the fire in the common room.
In autumn, she could lay on her back in the grass and stare up at the deep blue sky and feel the strong, white sun. She could run with the wind in her tangled hair or sing with the rustling leaves. She could talk and laugh with her friends without restraint, she could live without the stress of school burdening her. Autumn gave her courage; courage to be unique, courage to make friends, or talk to enemies. Courage to live on the edge and not care what others thought. That's why in autumn, Hermione was a whirlwind.
A/N: Hope you liked it! It was rather… philosophical. Anyway, R&RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
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