Sitting at my table in HQ felt amazing. Right now I was alone in the room so I bring out the red heels I kept in my drawer.
I slip my feet into them and stare adoringly at my shoes. My first and so far only pair of fuck-you shoes made everything feel more real.
I was actually doing this. I was actually creating a network for myself. Every day more and more muggleborns joined us. Any day now we could spring into action and I would start racking in that money.
Hermione Granger would be someone again.
Not a bookworm, not the orphan daughter of dentists, not the pathetic muggleborn too smart for her own good. I was going to the successful, rich, and well-connected even before I graduated Hogwarts. God helped whoever got in my way.