five six seven eight (everyone is full of hate)

Gabriel

It hasn't begun yet.

It won't, not for a while. It relives her somewhat, as it gives her more time to prepare for the inevitable.

She sighs and watches the short professor animately instruct them on how to make a feather float, and notices that she's the only one not paying attention. Hermione sighs again, and pretends with a bit more enthusiasm. She gets it right on the first try, and Hermione goes to help the boy next to her. He snaps at her "no-good slimy snake,"

Hermione rolls her eyes and ignores the slight. "It's Levi-o-sa, not Levi-o-sa," she says irritably.

Ron snarls at her and ignores her advice.

He sets the desk, Dean's hair, and the stone floor on fire. Hermione sniffs and replaces her feather with a small rock, and starts to work on levitating that. It's hovering up beside the feather in a few moments, and she doesn't bother canceling either of the spells. It's an immense show of power for an eleven year old, and no one in the classroom notices.

Hermione shrugs.

It's fine. She has made a life in one universe that refuses to die, doing exactly that. Showing off got her noticed, which became a bad thing.

Ron screeches as a spider crawls over his hand. Hermione smirks and levitates another rock.

Draco Malfoy was an idiot. He was also born from relatively new money, so this made him even worse.

My father this. My father that. My father gives out blowjobs to get where he is today and I am proud of that.

He fancied himself King of Slytherin, and as such, he wanted the filthy mudblood gone. Unfortunately for him, he tried to get rid of the filthy mudblood in question on eight o' clock am before coffee.

"What?" Hermione asked blearily, fingering her wand.

"Slytherin doesn't want Mudbloods bringing down the house name," Malfoy said imperiously. "You should switch houses, before we make you."

Hm. Coffee and slamming down Malfoy, or no coffee and making Malfoy cry? Decisions, decisions. She considered. Coffee.

She flicked her wand at him and slammed into him on her way out. He yelled and he started to fall, only to discover his feet were stuck to the ground and he couldn't bend his legs. She snickered and went to the Great Hall.

Only to find herself gawping at the dead decapitated body of Quirrell.

Great. No coffee, no joy, and it looked like classes were being canceled. Great.