October 6th Prompt: I'm just a face lost in the crowd.
Hermione Granger watched. Unlike the crowd around her she was silent; her fist wasn't pumping at the air and her voice wasn't growing hoarse from cheering. She could understand why her peers were acting so rowdy. Perhaps she didn't approve, in fact, had the act not been against Dolores Umbridge, she would have put her foot down and done everything in her power to change the twins' actions.
But the truth of the matter was that with spectacular array of fireworks, Fred and George Weasley had shot of into the sky on their brooms. And to everyone's delight, Umbridge was enraged.
Hermione should've been happy. But she wasn't - not really. Because one twin had turned back, glancing for a split second over his shoulder, to give an ever so slight nod good bye.
Hermione wasn't tall. She wasn't wearing anything special. Her hair hadn't been dyed an exotic colour. And she couldn't help but feel, as his eyes scanned over the mob, that she was looked over, unnoticed, and just another face lost in the crowd.