She didn't care what people thought of her. She didn't care what they chose to write about her in the papers or which celebrity she was supposedly dating this week. She honestly couldn't give a damn about what they thought her life was like, or where they thought it was going, or who they thought she was sharing it with. They had called her every single horrible, nasty name in the English language (and some in French), yet it did not phase her. She simply brushed them all off, because you see, she was impenetrable. Hermione Granger was a life-living, oxygen-breathing organism made of titanium. Nothing could break her.