Name: An Unexpected Twist
Prompt: [Event] Meeting a Soulmate
Category: Standard
Round: One
Position: HoH
House: Gryffindor
Wordcount: 1017
A/N: Muggle!AU, Hermione x Pansy
Hermione Granger always knew that she'd find her soulmate someday. Keyword there, someday. Ever since kids are little, they're taught about the mysterious writing on their arms, usually their non-dominant ones. The writings are the first word their soulmate will ever say to them. Once it's said to you, your tattoo will change to a green or turquoise color. Hermione knows that, and her childhood wasn't the easiest knowing how much of an oddity her tattoo was. She usually would lie to the other girls about what her tattoo was, saying that it didn't matter or making something up on the spot about it. She had the scariest tattoo ever in her opinion. The words said "I'm not going to hurt you." And if that meant what she thought it meant, she was in for a lot of trouble in the future.
It'd been three years since she had a scare at her last year of high school and thought for sure it was where she'd meet her soulmate, who would probably be a jailbird forever if that was the case. But she never came into contact with the mysterious person who had threatened to set off a bomb, and who had un-fatally shot two of her classmates. In fact, she'd never been in danger at all that day. And that led her to grow a false sense of security, a sense that nothing bad was going to happen to her, and she'd meet her soulmate when she was one hundred years old, and on her deathbed. However, unknown to our frizzy haired heroine, luck would not favor her in quite that way.
Hermione was walking home from her job about an hour ago when she saw a street billionaire club. Now despite what MANY people would think, it was not a bunch of billionaires in posh outfits recruiting. No, it was a bunch of billionaires on the street demonstrating their odd talents. One was showing off acrobatics, she looked too young to be a billionaire but who was Hermione to judge.
"Step right up one and all! We need a volunteer to demonstrate this trick with Mrs. Parkinson here!" The man said, many people cheered and raised their hands, hoping to be picked.
"You there! The girl with the frizzy hair!" he said, after surveying the crowd once or twice. Hermione looked to where he was pointing, it looked like it was at her, but she could hardly tell with the crowd of people in her way. She pointed to herself and mouthed 'me?', confused as to what this meant if it was meant for her.
"Yes you, come on young lady, step on up!" he said. Hermione squeamishly and apprehensively walked towards the man as he instructed her on what to do. She looked to the woman, who smiled at her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said as she laughed. Hermione blushed in embarrassment that she was so nervous.
"I know, I'm just worried," she replied, which was when she saw that the girl's arm had turned a deep shade of green.
She didn't think anything of it until after she'd performed the trick and was about to walk away. She looked down at her arm and saw that it had turned turquoise. She quickly walked over to the man, who was standing aside and watching the show. He wasn't a performer obviously, he seemed to be taking in the entertainment as a leisure activity.
"Hello, erm, I was wondering if I could have the number of the performer over there?" she asked him, gesturing over to the woman, who he'd previously referred to as Mrs. Parkinson. The man laughed, well, it sounded to Hermione more like he chortled, but she thought that it was only something that happened in the movies, or in books. He smiled and wrote down a set of numbers on a little piece of paper. Hermione took the paper from him and with a quick 'thank you', she headed off towards her apartment.
It took her a few weeks to build up the courage to even consider calling the famous woman. She'd sound so weird if she did. 'Hi, I'm the girl from that exhibit, I think we might be soulmates'. She'd immediately be flagged as a weirdo. Not to mention, none of her friends would end up believing her even if she did call the woman. Hermione was just a journalist, quite the popular journalist, but nonetheless she wasn't supposed to have a soulmate like that. Or at least that's what she thought. It'd been two months since her incident and she'd tried to push it out of her mind. So she didn't think much about the knock that came from her front door that day. She shouted a quick 'I'm coming!' as she hastily pulled on a dress, it was probably her boss coming to her with a new story she was supposed to follow.
What she had not been expecting though was the fancily dressed butler that was standing outside her door.
"May I help you?" Hermione asked, quite in shock at what had just happened, this had to be a prank, right?
"Are you miss Hermione Granger?" the man asked his own question, not quite answering Hermione's.
"Uhm, yes, that's me," she replied, still confused as to why he was there.
"My employer, Ms. Pansy Parkinson would like to have a word with you at this address in around one hour, please dress in something presentable," he said, handing her a note. She opened it to see the words '0218 Godric's Hollow - Hogsmeade'. She was a little shocked, it was one of the fanciest restaurants in the country. She hurried to get something fancier on, and drove to the restaurant. She saw the woman inside the restaurant in already. Walking up to the bouncer outside, she cleared her throat to address him.
"I'm here to see Ms. Parkinson," she stated, her mouth feeling a little dry.
"Right this way madam," he said, ushering her inside.
And that was how Hermione Granger met her soulmate.