Dear Readers,
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hoper, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
Invitation by Shel Silverstein.
Enjoy chapter two!
With Love and Encouragement,
~*Angelifire*~
And with special love to Tessa and Julie Fisher. Julie, you make my fanfics worth writing! I want to say thank-you for all your encouragement. Please get some more chapters out! Please? And Tessa, hold in there! Your fic rocks! More thank-yous at the end!
~*~
The alarm clock went off, slicing unpleasantly through Hermione's dreams. She moaned, and rolled over in bed. Monday mornings. How she hated them.
There was a faint stir from the end bed, and a groggy voice called out "Hermione, is it time to get up yet?"
"Not for you Lavender. It's six thirty."
"Herm, I don't know how you manage to get up at this un-godly hour, now can you please turn your alarm off, for Christ sake, before I'm reduced to pouring a burning potion over it."
"Good morning to you too, Parvati."
But Parvati's head was already back under the covers. Lavender however got up and stretched, her lacy nighty brushing the carpeted floor.
"The butterfly emerged from its cocoon for once?" Asked Hermione, sarcastically.
"I forgot to revise for Snape's quiz," Lavender moaned. "And I'm useless at Transmorefiguration Potions." She started putting on her uniform. Lavender lived up to her name by only wearing lavender or white when she was out of uniform. Hermione watched as she swept up her shoulder length brown hair into a deft bun and secured it with a fake lavender flower hair bobble.
"Potions isn't as bad now we have it with Ravenclaw." Hermione comented, lazily watching Lavender apply a light lavender eye shadow.
"Yeah, the Ravenclaw girls are really nice."
So they were. Sara, Tessa and Magic were pretty, popular, likable, intelligent… In fact, it was hard to find a fault in them. Parvati and Lavender had taken a real shine to them. Sometimes Hermione found herself wishing that she had more girl friends. It was wonderful having best friends like Harry and Ron, but you can't tell your boy friends everything. Not that the girls weren't including Hermione or anything, quite the contrary actually, but it felt wrong to have these girly talks when they excluded her best friends so much.
Hermione sighed, and started to do up her tie, snuggling the knot up to the collar of her school shirt. Lavender was whimpering softly to herself.
"Look." Hermione reached for the potions notes Lavender held in her hands. "It's quite simple. All you have to do is…"
And for the next fifteen minutes, Hermione explained the work to Lavender.
"Thanks Hermi. That is so much better. I understand now." Lavender gushed when Hermione stopped.
"Call me Hermi, and I'll start calling you Lav."
Lav or Lavvie were Lavender's pet hates. She didn't want a nickname that made her sound like a toilet or a bathroom disinfectant, she said.
"OK, point taken. Holy Jesus, where did you get that?"
Following Lavender's pointing finger, Hermione looked down, and saw her necklace hanging out her robes.
Hermione shrugged. "In a shop."
Lavender's mouth was open. "God! It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It must of cost a fortune." She touched the dragon pendent softly, as though afraid it might harm it.
"Five Galleons."
"Five? Blimey, what a bargain. Remind me to go to Hogsmeade with you next time."
"Uhh. I've got to go to breakfast now. T.T.F.N."
"OK, bye."
Parvati moaned sleepily.
~*~
"Morning Hermione."
"Morning Ginny. Where are Deity, Risika, Ginryononari and Gaynelle?"
"Back in the dormitory. Unholy had a bit of a last minute homework crisis and Gaynelle is still doing her hair. Risika kicked me when I tried to wake her up and God knows where Ginryononari is. "
Deity and Gaynelle were Ginny's particular friends at Hogwarts. Deity was a bubbly, fun person who didn't really like school. Her parents adored her. They smothered her with love, which was all very well, but it gave her a rebellious streak (and the nickname unholy, as if in Unholy Deity.)
Gaynelle came from France. She was a quiet, reserved girl, but if you got to know her she gave nothing but friendship. Her nickname was 'mastermind', having a reputation for being brilliant at History of Magic. And as Colin Creevy put it, 'anyone who can stay awake in HoM at least deserves a little recognition, but someone who likes it…now that takes someone special.' As far as Hermione could see, Gaynelle's only fault was the hour or so every morning to do her hair.
Risika and Ginryononari were best friends, and they could give Fred and George a definite run for their money.
"Hey Herm, hey Ginny."
Harry and Ron were coming across the hall towards the Gryffindor table. Hermione observed that Harry's hair was sticking up on end, and Ron's tie wasn't tucked under his collar properly.
"Hello."
"Hi." Ginny looked at Ron. "Tuck in your tie. You would have though that after fifteen years you knew how to get dressed."
Ron scowled.
Hermione picked up an English muffin, and smothered it with butter. Umm, heaven, she thought.
*You're not thinking about eating that, are you Hermione? * A little voice said.
Hermione looked round, startled. Who said that?
*You don't want to get any fatter then you already are, do we? *
"I'm not fat," Hermione said aloud.
"We know. Why did you say that?" Ginny looked at her. Hermione shrugged.
"Nothing. Forget I said it."
She raised her muffin to her mouth.
*What did I say Hermione? Look at the fat on it. Now put it down like the good little mudblood you are, and toddle off to your lessons. * The voice laughed. Hermione jerked as though she had been slapped.
"Hermione?" Harry was watching her this time. Hermione put down the muffin.
"You know guys, I don't feel so hungry. I'll meet you in potions."
Hermione got up and walked out the hall, watched every step of the way by her two best friends.
~*~
Sorry it's so short, but the next chapter has to be all one bit. You'll see what I mean!
Dedications.
HermioneHarry4ever: I can't believe that a fantastic author such as yourself is reviewing my fic! Thanks for the positive feelings! Hermione doesn't know it was a dark arts shop…yet. That's all I'm saying! Oh, and sorry I haven't put you in the story, but it's kinda hard to make a character whose name is HermioneHarry4ever (but I'm working on it!)!!!
Unholy Deity: Well, here it is! Thanks so much for reviewing! And I've got to say that I just LOVE your username! Also, I hope you're a female. If you aren't, then I hope I haven't offended you!
Gaynelle: Pretty name! I hope you like your character. If you don't then I'll rewrite her in the next chapter. Thank you for reviewing! It's much appreciated!
Tessa: And award for the most slang and e-speak in a review goes to…Tessa! Thanks a million for the lovely review! And as an answer to your question, I'm a year older than you! And the whole me being mad thing, well all I'm saying is it runs in my family! (Although I'm not related in any shape or form to Hannibal Lector. I mean, I'm a vegetarian for Christ sake!)
Risika: Yes, but it wasn't the guy in the shop. You'll have to see.
Gin Ryo no Nari: I hope you've guessed who your character is. And once again, I'm sorry if you're not a girl, but I'm none the wiser. Thanks for your thoughts!
Mir-Kitty: Your character comes in later. Thank you for the review, your optimism helped to make this chapter. You're kinda right, but once again you'll have to see.
Thank you all so much, and sorry it's so short. Longer chapter up next, folks!
With Love,
~*Angelifire*~
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hoper, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
Invitation by Shel Silverstein.
Enjoy chapter two!
With Love and Encouragement,
~*Angelifire*~
And with special love to Tessa and Julie Fisher. Julie, you make my fanfics worth writing! I want to say thank-you for all your encouragement. Please get some more chapters out! Please? And Tessa, hold in there! Your fic rocks! More thank-yous at the end!
~*~
The alarm clock went off, slicing unpleasantly through Hermione's dreams. She moaned, and rolled over in bed. Monday mornings. How she hated them.
There was a faint stir from the end bed, and a groggy voice called out "Hermione, is it time to get up yet?"
"Not for you Lavender. It's six thirty."
"Herm, I don't know how you manage to get up at this un-godly hour, now can you please turn your alarm off, for Christ sake, before I'm reduced to pouring a burning potion over it."
"Good morning to you too, Parvati."
But Parvati's head was already back under the covers. Lavender however got up and stretched, her lacy nighty brushing the carpeted floor.
"The butterfly emerged from its cocoon for once?" Asked Hermione, sarcastically.
"I forgot to revise for Snape's quiz," Lavender moaned. "And I'm useless at Transmorefiguration Potions." She started putting on her uniform. Lavender lived up to her name by only wearing lavender or white when she was out of uniform. Hermione watched as she swept up her shoulder length brown hair into a deft bun and secured it with a fake lavender flower hair bobble.
"Potions isn't as bad now we have it with Ravenclaw." Hermione comented, lazily watching Lavender apply a light lavender eye shadow.
"Yeah, the Ravenclaw girls are really nice."
So they were. Sara, Tessa and Magic were pretty, popular, likable, intelligent… In fact, it was hard to find a fault in them. Parvati and Lavender had taken a real shine to them. Sometimes Hermione found herself wishing that she had more girl friends. It was wonderful having best friends like Harry and Ron, but you can't tell your boy friends everything. Not that the girls weren't including Hermione or anything, quite the contrary actually, but it felt wrong to have these girly talks when they excluded her best friends so much.
Hermione sighed, and started to do up her tie, snuggling the knot up to the collar of her school shirt. Lavender was whimpering softly to herself.
"Look." Hermione reached for the potions notes Lavender held in her hands. "It's quite simple. All you have to do is…"
And for the next fifteen minutes, Hermione explained the work to Lavender.
"Thanks Hermi. That is so much better. I understand now." Lavender gushed when Hermione stopped.
"Call me Hermi, and I'll start calling you Lav."
Lav or Lavvie were Lavender's pet hates. She didn't want a nickname that made her sound like a toilet or a bathroom disinfectant, she said.
"OK, point taken. Holy Jesus, where did you get that?"
Following Lavender's pointing finger, Hermione looked down, and saw her necklace hanging out her robes.
Hermione shrugged. "In a shop."
Lavender's mouth was open. "God! It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It must of cost a fortune." She touched the dragon pendent softly, as though afraid it might harm it.
"Five Galleons."
"Five? Blimey, what a bargain. Remind me to go to Hogsmeade with you next time."
"Uhh. I've got to go to breakfast now. T.T.F.N."
"OK, bye."
Parvati moaned sleepily.
~*~
"Morning Hermione."
"Morning Ginny. Where are Deity, Risika, Ginryononari and Gaynelle?"
"Back in the dormitory. Unholy had a bit of a last minute homework crisis and Gaynelle is still doing her hair. Risika kicked me when I tried to wake her up and God knows where Ginryononari is. "
Deity and Gaynelle were Ginny's particular friends at Hogwarts. Deity was a bubbly, fun person who didn't really like school. Her parents adored her. They smothered her with love, which was all very well, but it gave her a rebellious streak (and the nickname unholy, as if in Unholy Deity.)
Gaynelle came from France. She was a quiet, reserved girl, but if you got to know her she gave nothing but friendship. Her nickname was 'mastermind', having a reputation for being brilliant at History of Magic. And as Colin Creevy put it, 'anyone who can stay awake in HoM at least deserves a little recognition, but someone who likes it…now that takes someone special.' As far as Hermione could see, Gaynelle's only fault was the hour or so every morning to do her hair.
Risika and Ginryononari were best friends, and they could give Fred and George a definite run for their money.
"Hey Herm, hey Ginny."
Harry and Ron were coming across the hall towards the Gryffindor table. Hermione observed that Harry's hair was sticking up on end, and Ron's tie wasn't tucked under his collar properly.
"Hello."
"Hi." Ginny looked at Ron. "Tuck in your tie. You would have though that after fifteen years you knew how to get dressed."
Ron scowled.
Hermione picked up an English muffin, and smothered it with butter. Umm, heaven, she thought.
*You're not thinking about eating that, are you Hermione? * A little voice said.
Hermione looked round, startled. Who said that?
*You don't want to get any fatter then you already are, do we? *
"I'm not fat," Hermione said aloud.
"We know. Why did you say that?" Ginny looked at her. Hermione shrugged.
"Nothing. Forget I said it."
She raised her muffin to her mouth.
*What did I say Hermione? Look at the fat on it. Now put it down like the good little mudblood you are, and toddle off to your lessons. * The voice laughed. Hermione jerked as though she had been slapped.
"Hermione?" Harry was watching her this time. Hermione put down the muffin.
"You know guys, I don't feel so hungry. I'll meet you in potions."
Hermione got up and walked out the hall, watched every step of the way by her two best friends.
~*~
Sorry it's so short, but the next chapter has to be all one bit. You'll see what I mean!
Dedications.
HermioneHarry4ever: I can't believe that a fantastic author such as yourself is reviewing my fic! Thanks for the positive feelings! Hermione doesn't know it was a dark arts shop…yet. That's all I'm saying! Oh, and sorry I haven't put you in the story, but it's kinda hard to make a character whose name is HermioneHarry4ever (but I'm working on it!)!!!
Unholy Deity: Well, here it is! Thanks so much for reviewing! And I've got to say that I just LOVE your username! Also, I hope you're a female. If you aren't, then I hope I haven't offended you!
Gaynelle: Pretty name! I hope you like your character. If you don't then I'll rewrite her in the next chapter. Thank you for reviewing! It's much appreciated!
Tessa: And award for the most slang and e-speak in a review goes to…Tessa! Thanks a million for the lovely review! And as an answer to your question, I'm a year older than you! And the whole me being mad thing, well all I'm saying is it runs in my family! (Although I'm not related in any shape or form to Hannibal Lector. I mean, I'm a vegetarian for Christ sake!)
Risika: Yes, but it wasn't the guy in the shop. You'll have to see.
Gin Ryo no Nari: I hope you've guessed who your character is. And once again, I'm sorry if you're not a girl, but I'm none the wiser. Thanks for your thoughts!
Mir-Kitty: Your character comes in later. Thank you for the review, your optimism helped to make this chapter. You're kinda right, but once again you'll have to see.
Thank you all so much, and sorry it's so short. Longer chapter up next, folks!
With Love,
~*Angelifire*~