* Child 02 *
She started to bash at the glass. Feeling neglected, she bawled at the top of her lungs, but all that came out was a cluster of *bubbles.*
Hermione strode off the Hogwarts Express and followed the rest of the group out into the storm. The darkness bounded them in a layer of cold and silence. Trudging along, Hermione looked around her. Everyone was making new friends, laughing, or at least smiling. She, however, couldn't join in the fun. What if they didn't like her? And anyway, Hermione justified with her mind, hadn't she forgotten something?
Roars of laughter erupted from the lab. The girls all stared at the Nayru's screen. It had been easy to escape from those wretched tanks full of water: one lucky child simply climbed down onto the cushion that Hermione had irresponsibly abandoned oh so close to the edge of the tank. You guessed the rest: the first one out of her tank helped her sisters out of theirs'. It's not that they couldn't breathe in the tanks; the silvery stuff in the water enabled you to do so. The thing is, no one likes to be concealed in a tank full of water for 11 days, feeling as though each day was a year! (in this case, literally) The girls, thinking they'd get revenge on whoever put them in the tanks, each pulled out a black uniform from random closets, and added berets for the finishing touch. Each as identical to the next one, they stalked out of the lab, a like cocky smirk on each face.
Hermione tilted her head towards the oblivion of the lake as she sat dreamily in her boat, drifting along the water. Wrapping herself in her black cape, she wondered what the boy sitting across the lake from her was thinking. He was so cute. His black hair, green eyes, they were so bright, they were visible in even the thickest fog. Smiling at herself, Hermione thought up strategies she could use to get his attention. Too preoccupied with her fantasies, she didn't notice his eyes lingering on her hands...
The girls laughed and screamed with glee, butterflies of joy in their stomachs, as they flew higher into the dawning sky. The edges of their capes tickled their faces as they zoomed faster and faster in the air, awaiting the sight of the North Tower. Only then would they be at destination...
The boy suddenly gasped and looked away. Hermione heard his intake of breath and looked in his direction, anxiously worried. His face was now facing the other direction, so she knew something had happened. She didn't feel her burning fingertips, nor did she see the acid glow.
The girls cackled as the got closer and closer to the castle.
"Hermione will soon pay her debt! Plus interest!" laughed the girls.
Hermione didn't notice the glow till she put the Sorting hat on. After the hat had roared 'Griffindor' Hermione had thrown the hat down and run blindly to a classroom to hide. Blindly, because the tears shielded her sights as they left puddles and trails of her whereabouts. Taking a break from her miles of running through the immense castle, Hermione climbed up on a ladder and threw herself into the classroom and slammed the door behind her, making loud echoes through the corridors. Curled up in a poof, Hermione watched as her fingers glowed a murky blue. Lost in her thoughts, she tried to understand why they were glowing, all the while denying that she knew trouble was to come.
"All in good time, dearest." chorused the girls.
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