"I can't feel...
The way I did before...
Don't turn your back on me...
I won't be ignored...
Time won't heal...
This damage anymore...
Don't turn your back on me...
I won't be ignored..."
The lyrics of Linkin Park blared out from Hermione's boom box; the speakers actually vibrating from the intensity of the song's volume. Hermione sat on her bed, listening to each and every word which spewed out from the lead singer's lips. Her hair (which used to be a dull copper color and bushy was now completely straight, pitch black and was so long that it reached Hermione's butt when she stood) spilled over her shoulders and onto the bed, like a pool of black.
Despite her raven black locks, Hermione looked completely normal. Except for the fact that she was sitting on her bed, staring intently at a sponge. Yes, that's right. A sponge. And not even a very special sponge. Merely of the cheap, yellow variety you can easily purchase at a 99 cent store. Hermione's warm, honey colored eyes (which contrasted greatly with her hair) looked like they would bulge out of their sockets soon and her face bore an expression of deep concentration. She bit her lower lip and sweat droplets formed on her forehead.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of intense staring, something happened. The sponge moved. By itself. As if an invisible force was pushing it. Hermione blinked in surprise for a second but then shook her head and continued staring. This time, the sponge moved a bit more. Hermione was biting her lip so hard that the skin peeled and blood began to drip from it. Then it happened. The sponge lifted up slightly from one side and for a minute it was tilting upward, when it finally floated up a good three inches before quickly dropping back onto the bed.
Hermione was now grinning like a madman. She had done it. Immediately, she raced to her window where a small, snowy white owl was perched, preening. Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment and quickly scribbled something:
Hey dingus! I did it! I actually did it!