So, how many girls paint their nails regularly and then go all out with them? Like designs, or anything? I've found several websites that give you tips and ideas and tutorials and I don't have all the time in the world to figure out how to do these (seriously, I just did a gradient one that took seven tries. SEVEN. Idk how many hours that was.) Anyway, would any of you be interesting to try some of these out (or tell me your favorites) and some dos-and-don'ts on them? I'd appreciate it, and I'll write you a oneshot for payment!
Also, just a heads-up – when the poem ends, the story won't end. I'll just have to find more quotes, that's all.
"Okay, so…" Hermione opened her mouth before a laugh escaped, looking over at the kids that had been sixth years just last year, leaning against her desk and biting her thumb nail as she looked over at them, some with scars and others with aged eyes, but smiling back at her. "I just…Merlin, uhm…I – I don't have really anything else to teach or say or…anything. Well, uhm…it was an honor teaching you, truly, and I expect great things from you, whether or not those things are large or small, I expect them to be great. No matter how much hell anyone or anything puts you through, just remember that you can push through it, and I have the utmost faith in you. Remember to work hard but play harder and always remember to love the ones that love you. The biggest defense against anything dark is the brightness that you create. The Wizarding World isn't perfect and probably never will be, but just remember that everyone else is trying just like you are." She gave a soft smile, leaning against her desk, tears filling up her eyes as her heart tugged in her chest, glancing at the clock before smiling back at everyone. "I'm so very proud of all of you." The bell rang and a tear spilled over as she wrapped her arms around herself, "Class dismissed." Everyone stood and quietly began to pack up, walking out of the hall, Remus being called out by McGonagall as James, Sirius and Peter walked up to Hermione.
Sirius hugged her first, smiling at her and ruffling up her hair, "You're our favorite professor, I hope you know that."
James kissed the top of her head, "One of the best we've ever had."
"We'll certainly miss having you as a professor," Peter agreed.
"Thanks boys," she sniffed against Sirius's chest before pulling away and pushing him back, wiping at her eyes, "Go, go, you're going to be late for you next class!" She smiled as they grinned, walking out of the classroom as the other seventh years slipped in, James pecking Luna's cheek as he passed her before she took her seat. Ginny's eyes were puffy and her nose was red as she walked up to Hermione, arms outstretched, cheeks shiny. Hermione gathered the girl into her arms and hugged her tightly, surprised when Luna hugged her and Ginny as well, then Dean, then Seamus, then Neville, Blaise and a begrudging Draco.
"This is it," Neville stated, "This is today's class. This is all we're doing."
Hermione laughed, squished between him, Ginny, Luna and Dean, "Fine by me."
"Hermione? Is everything alright?" Remus asked worriedly, as she was standing on the train platform and biting her lip, watching as students boarded the train. She hadn't looked at any of them all day, and it was beginning to make everyone worry. She'd hugged Neville, Dean and Seamus tightly and told them all to behave, and shook hands with Draco and Blaise, who promised to write, and Ginny had hugged her and refused to let go for at least two hours, which caused a funny sight that made many laugh as Hermione walked with Ginny hugging her and following.
"Everything's fi-ine," her voice cracked and she slapped her hands over her mouth, tears spilling out as the Marauders blinked back at her.
"Are they really?" Luna asked, rubbing her back.
"N-oh," she hiccupped, wiping her face as more tears came, "I – I can't believe you're a-all leav-ing and I'm going to be left all al-one and I'll never get to see you all again."
James, Sirius and Peter exchanged glances with Remus, who was smiling a little before he tugged her into his arms and hugged her as she sniffed and tried to gain control of herself, "You won't be alone, Hermione. I'm going to be teaching next year."
She pulled away just enough to blink up at him, hands pressed against his chest, "You're what?"
He grinned wider, "I'm teaching next year and we're all staying in the Shrieking Shack. We're just going to the Burrow tonight to celebrate graduating."
"So you're staying?" she brightened considerably, a bright smile on her face, her eyes lighting up as well.
He chuckled, "We're staying."
She grinned before frowning and pushing him away, "You prat! You didn't tell me! I've been moping around for a week!"
He laughed and grabbed her arm, pulling her into him for him to hug again. Sirius leaned in as well, James and Luna hugging them as Peter shifted uncomfortably. Ginny saw the group hugging and ran forward, nearly toppling them all over when Neville, Dean and Seamus tugged Parvati in with them.
"Oy, oy, no, don't even," Hermione grimaced as she was lifted off her feet, grip tightening on the arm around her waist, making a strange squeaking sound while George laughed and tightening his grip.
"Hey! You survived a year of teaching! You deserve to celebrate!" he insisted as he somehow slung her up in his arms, making her 'eek!' and grip him tighter.
"And you taught us, no less," Ginny grinned, Harry's arm slung around her shoulders, "At least eat some cake."
Hermione, however, was not listening, and was gripping George's shirt tightly and squeaking out "put me down, put me down, put me down, eeeehhh." George chuckled and set her down, patting the top of her head as she shook a little.
"Minnie, Minnie!" Teddy cried out with a massive grin, reaching for her from Remus's arms, making her smile and kiss the little boy's cheeks.
"Hi, Teddy," Hermione smiled as Remus handed him over to her, hugging the little boy tightly, "I missed you."
"Miss you," he agreed, snuggling into her as she smiled a little wider and sat down on the loveseat, curling knees up and around the little boy.
Sirius flopped into an armchair, staring up at the ceiling as Remus sat next to Hermione and grinned as he tugged lightly on Teddy's hair. "I just realize," Sirius stated, "I don't know what to do."
"Well, what did you want to do before?" Ginny questioned.
He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, "I wanted to be an Auror and help with the War. But there's no War to help with."
"So? Become an Auror anyway," Harry shrugged.
"I didn't want to be an Auror to be an Auror, I wanted to be an Auror to help," he groaned.
"You could work with the Department of Mysteries," Luna stated quietly, "They do all sorts of exciting, secretive things."
Sirius thought about this, "I dunno. I don't know if I couldn't talk about some of that stuff."
"Quidditch?" Ginny asked.
He frowned, "I dunno."
"Go into work with me," George shrugged, "I need another hand in the shop and two heads is better than one."
"You could make that four," Harry grinned as Hermione, Remus, James and Sirius looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. Ginny stifled her giggles and patted his shoulder.
"Harry, dear, Remus is going to be the new Transfiguration teacher and James has already said before during Christmas that he was going after a Quidditch career," Ginny whispered.
Harry blinked before pursing his lips and turning to Remus, "You're going to be the Transfiguration professor?"
"And Head of Gryffindor House," he added with a smile.
"Congratulations, you have more work than I do," Hermione grinned as Teddy played with her hair, "I just have to do my own work. You've got to keep the Gryffindor House in line."
"Oh, right, like you'd be mean enough to make me go through that all by myself," he snorted back.
"Well, I might be – oh, Teddy, what'd you do to my hair?" Hermione stopped, grimacing at a horrible knot, handing the little boy to Remus as she attempted to weave through it, only making it worse.
"I sowwy," Teddy told her, rather guiltily.
"No, no, Teddy, it's not your fault my hair is troublesome," Hermione reassured him with a sigh, taking out her wand and weaving through it by each individual strand. "Sometimes I think about chopping it all off."
"Don't you dare," Remus told her with a frown, making her blink back at him.
"It's fun, Kitten," Sirius grinned, passing and giving her hair a tug, making her glare back at him as he moved to the kitchen and got an apple, handing Teddy a juice box as he moved back to his seat. "It just kind of goes everywhere."
"It's unique," Luna stated.
"It's a pain in my neck!" Hermione huffed, finally ridding her hair of the knot, "You only like it because you don't have to deal with it."
Luna wordlessly pulled out her wand, waving it and having Hermione's hair straighten while hers seemed to come to life. The brunette gasped and gaped, clutching at her hair and blinking as Luna and James both giddily played with her new, curly blonde strands.
"What'd you do?" Hermione asked, feeling weird. Her hair was longer when it was straightened and she did not like it that long.
"My hand's stuck," James blinked as Luna stuck her tongue out and attempted to free him.
"Luna, what'd you do?" Hermione asked again, her voice getting a little bit higher in pitch.
"It's temporary," Luna stated, giving a sharp tug, freeing James's hand. "I have always wanted to see what it was like having your hair."
"Why, do you miss your hair?" Remus asked cheekily.
She bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to answer him as she ran her fingers through her hair, taking deep breaths as everyone seemed to watch her in amusement. "I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm alright." She slowly exhaled, shutting her eyes before giving a whimper and dropping her head, running her hands down her face. "I miss my hair."
"Hey, look, it's starting to curl again," Sirius said in amusement as Hermione huddled on their couch, Luna prodding at her hair with her wand, her blonde hair long since straightened, but Hermione's remaining the same as well. Hermione had offered Luna a slumber party, as well as Ginny, but Ginny had grimaced and shifted her feet and Hermione had sighed and told her to go and be with Harry.
"Perhaps it's hibernating," James murmured. He chuckled when Hermione threw a pillow at him, pouting, tears pooling in her eyes. As much as she hated her hair, it was familiar and comforting, and if she ever did anything with it, then it was her conscious decision to do it. She'd never even wanted it straightened in the first place, and the idea of perpetually straightened hair was frightening her.
"It still looks nice," Peter offered.
"I think I can figure it out," Luna stated from atop the back cushion of the boys' couch, holding up pieces of Hermione's hair and weaving her wand through. "This is what I get for making up hair spells, isn't it?"
"Yup," James answered while Hermione stayed silent, staring at a couple of books on the coffee table. "Hermione?"
"Are you going to be okay?" Sirius finished.
Hermione hid her face, bringing her knees up to hide her further while her new hair fell around her, "No!" Luna slipped down next to her and hugged her, rubbing her back while James patted her shoulder, Sirius grimacing and sliding away a little.
Remus came out of his room and blinked before moving and kneeling in front of her, trying to look up at her face. "Hermione?"
"Mm?" she muttered.
"Your bangs are curling," he stated, making her blink and look at the front of her hair, sighing in relief when her hair began to twist and curl. He chuckled and stood, pecking the top of her head as more and more of her hair began to curl. She blushed before sticking her tongue out at him, making him laugh and move to an armchair. "I told you that you'd miss your hair."
"Shut up," she grumbled, leaning into Luna as the boys laughed again.
Has anyone heard of Welcome to Night Vale because it's a creepy/weird/cool/cute/sad podcast that's FREE and it's like a radio show go find it and tell me your thoughts and feelings on it.
Also, I'm really glad that we don't have a set description for Cecil. That's what makes it fun. (I have no fucking idea where the tentacles and the third/fourth/sixth/eighth eyes come from though it creeps the shit out of me) (moving tattoos are cool though that's one of my ideas for the wizarding world)