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The Twisted Person I've Become
"Bloody Hell!"
Hermione was not having a pleasant morning. You could tell it was bad due to the fact she was driven to the point of kicking furniture. It was the day before Christmas Eve and the she was due at the Burrow over an hour ago. Yes even at age 21 she still went to the Burrow for holidays. Through the years the Trio remained close but sadly she was not as close to some as she wished.
Harry was now a fully trained Aorua and was moving through the ranks. As expected he and Ginny were steadily. Harry had mentioned a surprise for during Christmas dinner and Hermione suspected a marriage proposal. Ron was also living his dreams. He was the star Keeper for the Crudely Cannons. The disappointing part was that he was rich which got him a stunning supermodel girlfriend. Hermione still had strong feelings for Ron and was jealous but would never admit it. Not too jealous because Ron went through girlfriends like filthy socks and she personally didn't think this one would be any different.
Hermione had also changed a great deal. You could say she was no longer prim and proper. During her last year at Hogwarts her parents went bankrupt and divorced. With no money she could not go to colleage. She had lived with Harry and worked with Fred and George until last year. Her emotional state of mind and life had been falling apart since the divorce. Fred, George, and Harry barely kept her afloat. She moved out and got a filthy flat in London. Now she worked as a bartender in a gothic night club. No one had seen her since she left on her own but kept in touch through letters. This last year brought the most drastic changes and when the Weaslys and Harry saw her they would be more than shocked.
She herself became gothic. Her hair was black and half way down turned dark purple. It was to the top of her shoulders in many spiky layers. Her ears sparkled with silver studs and rings. Not to mention the purple bar through her tongue. Her skin was pale and contrasted with the black eye makeup and lipstick she occasionally altered with dark purple. Her nails were also black and her fingers were covered in silver rings with various dark designs. Her neck was adorned with a black silk choker with a dangling Silver Star pendent. Her cloths consisted of her black Trip pants with giant silk ribbons on each leg and black straps covered in smaller ribbons hanging off the back. Despite the weather she wore a black long-sleeved fishnet shirt with a purple tank top underneath. She toped off the look with black combat boots.
Her problem this morning was not her clothes or any other luggage. She was pissed because she could not find her wand to save the damn Queen. She stormed her small sewer she called a flat muttering profanities with the occasional violent outburst. Yes she had picked up many bad habits such as cussing, heavy drinking, recreational cocaine, occasional pot, and other illegal activities. Hermione had sunk pretty low to resort to drugs and alcohol to ease her pain. No one would recognize this new Hermione. She was thinking of what they would say when she heard a clatter from the kitchen. She knew exactly who had her wand.
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