Hello! This is just a random story that came up to me while doing a quite interesting roleplay. It is Alternative Universe, as you've probably read, therefore, neither Hogwarts or the Marvel Universe exists. I'm not a new user to , but it is the first story I will be posting under this username, since the other one is no longer used due to lack of motivation. I am very pleased to say that in spite of the amount of time that I've been craving to write this story, I will give it a big chance. However, I guarantee you that if I have your support, it will all go much better.
This is just a small introduction, just to get familiarized with the scenario. Hope you enjoy it!
- dp.
The song filled her room repeatedly. It was right what people said about not using a song you loved as an alarm - you would soon grow to hate it. Thin, pale legs dangled from an unmade and warm bed, and with them, a petite girl with curly, brown hair stood. Hermione did not want to wake up. However, it was her first day in college. An effort was highly necessary. With a sigh, she picked up her phone while walking to the kitchen, turning on the stove to turn the coffee machine up and allow her to have her first round of artificial energy. She focused her eyes on the device's screen, squinting for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the light.
'Lunch today. Meet me at Carlos'', it read. A smile appeared on her lips. The message under the name 'Harry P.' was certainly sent from the Gods. And so was her already known schedule. She had just the right time to meet her best friend and have her shot of happiness for the day. Or the week, perhaps. With a sigh, she gave him a quick confirmation and threw her cellphone to the counter, walking to the bathroom. There, she took a quick bath. She was still getting used to the scent of her newly bought body wash. Is smelled like tropical fruits. Her last one had a sweet, raspberry scent. It was nice, but it only brought tears to her eyes. She started using it in High School, when she first met Harry, and her ex boyfriend, Ronald. He was a right git, that one. It had been quite some time since she had thought of him, which was nice. She was still down; broken. Cheating would never be taken easily by her. She would never manage to forgive herself, even if Ron's stupidness was his own fault. Was she not good enough?
Soon enough, she hoped off the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and then finishing her breakfast. She drank her coffee and ate an apple. An apple a day, keeps the doctor away, her mother also said. She missed her mother. And father as well, obviously. She took it bad when they moved away, but it was necessary. Her father was given an amazing job offer down there, in Australia. Hermione even thought twice about leaving with them, but now she highly regretted her decision of staying. England was so grey, so empty. It all made her remember her own emptiness, right inside of her. She became shallow, and the simple, rational act of breathing hurt her. Sometimes, it felt like hr ribs were collapsing, probbing her lungs and killing her painfully. She had gotten significantly better, though.
Hermione fed her old cat, Crookshanks, and after putting on her clothes, she decided it was time to face the cold, although she was wearing around three layers of colding. It's necessary! She tried to convince herself. After grabbing her bag, with a notebook, a pen and her documents, she was out of her apartment, locking the front door and walking out of the dark alley where she lived. It wasn't the safest area, but she had a roof over her head, food, and a place to sleep and keep her warm. It was more than a lot of human beings out there. She clutched her jacket closer, breathing out fading clouds of warm air, as her boot hit the whity pavement. It snowed that night. But it was only September! Wasn't it too early to snow? She drifted her attention from the snow just as a white bus passed the entry of the alley. Her cheeks became pale, despite the rosy color they had before. It was her bus. She had just missed her bus.
"Oh please, no...!" she whimpered to herself and started marching, running even, after the bus. "Wait! Wait up!" she tried, but it was too late. The bus reached the big avenue and disappeared. She huffed and her shoulders slumped down, "Oh Lord..." she muttered too herself, looking around. Maybe another one would come soon. She found an old man preparing too open his small grocery shop. He battled with the front door of the old local business, but Hermione approached him. She cleared her throat, thhinking about dropping her bag and helping the poor man open the door, but her selfishness spoke first. "Excuse me, sir?" she called out and the old eyes soon rose to meet hers, "Is this the only bus? The one that just passed?" she asked him.
The man eyed the end of the street, and then the bus stop, giving her a small nod. "Yes love." he shakingly, "The next one is only in a couple of hours."
Hermione sighed in defeat and then looked at the end of the street. She would have to walk. It was an hour long walk, and she would probably be extremely late for her first class. She closed her eyes and gripped her bag. "The first class. You're going to be so late. Well done 'Mione." she muttered to herself, mumbling a thank you to the man afterwards and starting to make her way to the educational building.
She was, neverthless, completely wrong. Not only did the walk take almost two hours, but she had to run around the hallways, completely lost, to find the room 102. It was stupid. Just as she was opening the door, panting breathlessly, the bell rang. She missed the class.
"I expect you all to bring me your opinions on the Charlesworth document. Cheers." a baritone voice rang over the large classroom as all the students stood, making their way towards the door. The girl stood there, panting, her hair flying wildly from all the running, her cheeks tainted red, and gripping her bag. You missed the first class. It rang in her head. You missed it, you fool. Maybe her perfectionism was one of her biggest enemies. It was unhealthy, almost. She was eyeing the students, before the room was cleared out and only a couple were left. Her eyes finally fell on the professor, and oh, was it worth it.
In front of her, right there, behing that useless desk made of wood, stood a God.
