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I never wanted to be a Hero. I had always been convinced that was Harry's job. H e was the one to battle 'You know who' and save everyone. I was perfectly happy to sit behind and do the research and book work. I wasn't really the 'petal to the metal, spontaneous, action packed' type of person. Not only would I hate it but I was bad at most physical exploits. My mind was my muscle. But of course, fate was determined to completely change my whole roll, whether I wanted it changed or not. And be assured I DEFINATLY did NOT want it changed. But did fate care? Of course not. But if I was to have my destiny written out for me and forced into being a hero, I was, of course, determined to do it all wrong. ~Hermione
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"No Neville, not that one!" Hermione sighed as Neville tipped a bottle of wartroot he'd been picking up into the frothing cauldron.
Neville blushed embarrassed. "Sorry Hermione."
Hermione waved of the apology. She'd expecting numerous mistakes to occur when she got paired up with Neville in Enchantments Class. Hermione looked around. The Gryffindors were having class with the Slytherins. It would have been war if the class weren't so distracting.
Enchantments Class had been set up as a 7th year class option. It was taught by a new teacher, Professor Morgaine, who'd arrived that year. Professor Morgaine was a tall woman with jet black hair streaked with blue tied up in a bun and dark brown eyes the always seemed cool and nonchalant no matter what was going on. They'd been working on enchanting small things, like keys and books to do things like slowly shrink of change every time they're looked at.
That day they were enchanting swords. She'd handed out toothpicks first, having the students transform them into swords. Everyone managed to make an adequate one, save for Neville who'd somehow managed to change his into a frying pan. Hermione personally thought that giving a bunch of teenage boys swords, or anything else sharp, hard, or unpadded, was a recipe for destruction, and she was still try to figure out how the Professor had kept Ron and Malfoy from decapitating each other.
Hermione cleaned up Wartroot. "It's ok Neville." She told him when he apologized again. "Just stand back while I try to mix the potion." She glanced down at the ingredients of the book quickly before Neville could get into any more trouble, not bothering to read anything else. She mixed them up watching the dark green liquid turn to inky blueish-brown that frothed a bit over the black-rimmed edges of the cauldron.
"Now once you're done mixing it." Hermione looked up at Professor Morgaine spoke. "You have to drip no more that 5 drops on the sword. Only 5. While it's only a 'Glow in Danger' enchantment adding to much will probably cause the sword to glow every time anything as small as a mosquito comes within range."
Hermione reached over to pick up the potion just as Neville announced, "I'll get it!" and reached over, knocking his frying pan of the table to the floor with a loud bang. Hermione jumped dropping the glass bottle and it fell shattering against the pan, the liquid glowing darkly as it seeped into the pan.
Hermione rounded on Neville finally angry and opened her mouth to speak but a shrill noise filled the room and she froze looking down at the flying pan, which was glowing blazing blue and shrilling loudly as if it was screaming. Hermione doubled over trying to block out the sound by covering her ears, but it blazed through her fingers making her ears and head throb. Shadows crowded around her as the pounding in her head grew quicker and more painful and she fainted, darkness blotting out all sight, sound, and consciousness.
I never wanted to be a Hero. I had always been convinced that was Harry's job. H e was the one to battle 'You know who' and save everyone. I was perfectly happy to sit behind and do the research and book work. I wasn't really the 'petal to the metal, spontaneous, action packed' type of person. Not only would I hate it but I was bad at most physical exploits. My mind was my muscle. But of course, fate was determined to completely change my whole roll, whether I wanted it changed or not. And be assured I DEFINATLY did NOT want it changed. But did fate care? Of course not. But if I was to have my destiny written out for me and forced into being a hero, I was, of course, determined to do it all wrong. ~Hermione
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"No Neville, not that one!" Hermione sighed as Neville tipped a bottle of wartroot he'd been picking up into the frothing cauldron.
Neville blushed embarrassed. "Sorry Hermione."
Hermione waved of the apology. She'd expecting numerous mistakes to occur when she got paired up with Neville in Enchantments Class. Hermione looked around. The Gryffindors were having class with the Slytherins. It would have been war if the class weren't so distracting.
Enchantments Class had been set up as a 7th year class option. It was taught by a new teacher, Professor Morgaine, who'd arrived that year. Professor Morgaine was a tall woman with jet black hair streaked with blue tied up in a bun and dark brown eyes the always seemed cool and nonchalant no matter what was going on. They'd been working on enchanting small things, like keys and books to do things like slowly shrink of change every time they're looked at.
That day they were enchanting swords. She'd handed out toothpicks first, having the students transform them into swords. Everyone managed to make an adequate one, save for Neville who'd somehow managed to change his into a frying pan. Hermione personally thought that giving a bunch of teenage boys swords, or anything else sharp, hard, or unpadded, was a recipe for destruction, and she was still try to figure out how the Professor had kept Ron and Malfoy from decapitating each other.
Hermione cleaned up Wartroot. "It's ok Neville." She told him when he apologized again. "Just stand back while I try to mix the potion." She glanced down at the ingredients of the book quickly before Neville could get into any more trouble, not bothering to read anything else. She mixed them up watching the dark green liquid turn to inky blueish-brown that frothed a bit over the black-rimmed edges of the cauldron.
"Now once you're done mixing it." Hermione looked up at Professor Morgaine spoke. "You have to drip no more that 5 drops on the sword. Only 5. While it's only a 'Glow in Danger' enchantment adding to much will probably cause the sword to glow every time anything as small as a mosquito comes within range."
Hermione reached over to pick up the potion just as Neville announced, "I'll get it!" and reached over, knocking his frying pan of the table to the floor with a loud bang. Hermione jumped dropping the glass bottle and it fell shattering against the pan, the liquid glowing darkly as it seeped into the pan.
Hermione rounded on Neville finally angry and opened her mouth to speak but a shrill noise filled the room and she froze looking down at the flying pan, which was glowing blazing blue and shrilling loudly as if it was screaming. Hermione doubled over trying to block out the sound by covering her ears, but it blazed through her fingers making her ears and head throb. Shadows crowded around her as the pounding in her head grew quicker and more painful and she fainted, darkness blotting out all sight, sound, and consciousness.