2008.12.04 16:46
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's been like a month. Hush. Anyways, here you go. Darling Hermione, eleven years old, after a meeting with a certain strange man (most probably wearing funny looking robes and all.)
Simply Magical
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Her eyes whipped across the page, smoothly and without pause. This was not new procedure. But this was certainly new territory.
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So far, so good. She felt confidant, already feeling the uneasiness subside after that strange, strange man's visit. The book he had been kind enough to lend to her - Hogwarts, A History – was currently in front of her on the desk. Her short legs swung freely from the chair on which she was sitting, hunched over in concentration as she greedily absorbed every word before her.
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Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin. She mouthed them silently, testing out how the strange words felt on her tongue. Unnatural, she decided. Very unnatural. She bit her lip. That was a bad sign. She mouthed them again. It felt a little better. Still unsure, she bent her head down again, ignoring the nervous little voice in the back of her head.
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Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardy. That's what the strange man had said. She licked her lips. It sounded... unreal. Even for an eleven-year-old, she was quite practical. Magic? It couldn't exist. Everything she had read – Aristotle, Newton, Einstein – it all denied the existence of magic. The world was a rational place A scientific place.
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Hermione flipped the page and her eyes landed suddenly on the moving picture before her, covering the entire right-hand page. She stared at it, mouth dropping open, eyes wide with surprise, then excitement. Hurriedly, she read the opposite page, and she broke out into a grin, unable to contain the little squeal that came out in her glee.
The castle had a library. And it was simply magical.