Disclaimer: Just a drabble-I'm not JKR.
A/n: I wanna do this drabble booth at Prophecy2007 and this is one of the pieces I'm going to submit, and (good) feedback is welcomed. Haha, enjoy.
Sunday Morning
Sunlight streamed through an open window. An image of the day reflected inside a tea cup; rolling clouds and a blue sky stared back at Hermione Granger.
With soft eyes she stared out of the window, lost in thought. 'My eyes remind me of the tea,' she thought, 'reflecting everything that is going on around them.'
Briefly the cliché, 'the eyes are the window to the soul' popped into her head. Snorting slightly she shook her head. These thoughts were too pensive for a Sunday morning.
Smiling, she turned back to her tea, awaiting the quiet day ahead of her.