The Other Girl
a poem about Hermione Granger by Rynde

Every layer peals back

Revealing a new child
Rising from the ashes of her echoes

Reborn from her own shadows of soul residue

Is she a rebel, waiting to free herself from the prison she is in?

Is she a wanderer, who alone knows the secrets of within?

Her own mind is a mystery in itself
Not the clever serious worker that is thought of herself

She can sing to the wind, she can dance in the rain

She can comfort the sorrow of the white-winged crane

Gliding ever so swiftly, keeping her moments of pain

An eccentric remix, introspective yet elusive

Is this girl more than what we perceive?