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Oh no not again!!
Anne rushed across the room to where baby Hermione was throwing her food off of her highchair. She really did not have time for this today.
Hermione never liked sweet potatoes it seemed...
Where did all of those butterflies come from...
"Hermione give me that spoon."
Anne did not like sweet potatoes either. She had just gotten a face full of them... and it never came out of her clothes. Now I will have to change before I can drop her off at daycare.
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...
"Hang on Baby Hermy there is someone at the door."
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK... "MUM!!!" Hermione screamed.
Anne jumped out of bed and flew to the door, all the while making a mental note to write that dream in her journal. She snatched open the door to see an almost ten-year-old Hermione staring indignantly up at her.
"Hermione dear, please do not scream like that anymore. You scared me to death."
"But mum, I was just reminding you that you have to drive me to school tomorrow. Don't you remember that I have a Parent / Teacher conference?"
In truth, Anne had not remembered. She was always at the PTA meetings, though sometimes she wondered why it was necessary. She was a lot more interested in finding out why she had been having the exact same dream about Hermione as an infant every night for the past three weeks, but She promised Hermione that she would not forget and got up to walk her to the bus stop.
On the way out the door Hermione did something that she had not done since she was six years old. She ran back into the kitchen to get her lunch. This in itself was not something new, but the fact that her lunch bag had been at least eight inches from her fingers and then was suddenly in her hand made Anne blink and rub her eyes. She had long since given up asking Hermione how she did things like that. Obviously Hermione knew that it made her mother wonder because she had begun to stop doing these odd things when she knew her mother was watching. In fact, Anne wondered if Hermione even knew that she was doing it.
As she always did when her young daughter did something amazing she categorized it in her mind to later put into her notebook.
While standing out at the bus stop Anne asked her daughter what she thought would be discussed at the PTA meeting. In truth, Anne would rather spend the time in the library with her nose in a book, but she knew this was important to her daughter and she was not going to let her down.
"Most likely, they will be discussing the fact that we are still lacking more than eight thousand pounds needed for the new computer systems. I am not sure how that is, I went over all of the seven grades fund-raising projects myself. We do still need money but it shouldn't be any more than..." Hermione pulled a calculator out of her pocket and pushed a rapid serious of buttons, "Seventeen hundred thirty four pounds. I just can't understand where all that money went to."
"That, dear, is why they have a vice principal that looks over all the financial records for the school. Maybe you should try setting up a meeting with him so that you can ask him."
Hermione's eyes glazed over at the idea of getting to question someone that was dreadfully intelligent.