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Summary: Hermione is having a vacation of her life in an island. (Is that a summary?)
It was a nice sunny day in the tropics. Mister and Mrs. Granger are yet still asleep. They got o tired cruising the ocean yesterday (Riding an old fashioned boat used by the natives.)
Hermione got up early in the morning ( 5:00 am) to view the sunrise from her window. Ignoring his father's loud, screeching snores; she sat before the window and stared at the horizon. The sun is now starting to rise; she's already seeing it's enormous rays coming out from the east.
The Grangers have already spent three days in this island. This island is peaceful and quiet, not so civilized but not too tribal or ethnic either. It is located in a country also called Pearl-of the Orient (It's in Asia).
The family is enjoying its hot summer sun and the warm ocean breeze of that region. Hermione and her family like it there so much that they are planning to stay longer, probably until midsummer.
The people there are so intriguing and mysterious; just the type of people Hermione would like to meet and know more about. They are not so civilized when it comes to latest technologies like those who live in the cities but they are rich in culture and traditions.
The Grangers are staying in a small hut made of wood and dry coconut leaves. Most of the people there have a similar type of house. They (Hermione and her family) rented the place for there were no hotels there. It stands near the seashore, which is so nice because they've got a chance to see the ocean clearly from the house.
There were just a few things inside the house, beds for them to sleep on, some chairs and tables and native ornaments hanging on the walls. The only thing in the house that caught Hermione's attention was the old wooden bookshelf.
It contains many sorts of books and reading materials about the history, happenings and cultural traditions of that place. But there are some books which are really old that she can't read what it says already! Some even have different and weird prints on it. These are just one of the things Hermione needs for her to survive. Her life wouldn't be complete without it.
Just a few minute later, the rising sun was finally up to start another wonderful day for the Grangers. She can still hear her father's loud snores; it lessened a little bit though.
Roosters started to make those morning alarm sounds, which they are famous for.
"Wow!"exclaimed Hermione with amazement, she wasn't used in getting up in the morning and hear the rooster's funny sound.
As she looked outside her window, people are already going out of their huts. Some are preparing their boats to set out to the sea.
"I've read about this yesterday! The major source of the people's income comes from the sea!"she said to herself in exclamation, but trying not to make it so loud so as not to wake her parents up.
"What's that smell?"she asked herself as she rised from her seat trying to look for where it came from.
"Probably breakfast. Maybe mom got up already."she told herself.
She's been trying some new strange foods these past few days. Most of them are exotic and unknown to the civilized world. On their first day, she ate grilled tuna fish, which was delicious and tried some snake's bile, which was believed to boost up ones energy and strength. On the second day, they tried out some tropical fruits, which was bountiful along the island. She really wanted to turn them into cold shakes but because of the limited electricity supply on the island, they just ate it fresh. On the third day, they ate smoked bat, which was capture by the villagers from the nearby caves.
"What's it going to be today?"she asked her mom as she went down the wooden ladder from her room to the dining area.
"An old man came here and said we should give a taste to his newly captured eel. I don't know how to cook it so I fried it instead."said Mrs. Granger as she took the old fying pan from the fire.
They are slowly getting used to live life not only non-muggle way, (in a way they are used to it) but also non- technological way. The life there was so simple. The people are contented on what they have. They can live without electricity not like some muggles that Hermione know all the way from London.
"So have you made any friends lately?"asked her dad,
"No."she answered,
"I was busy reading those books from the bookshelf, they're all interesting."she said with a smile as she started to eat.
"This eel's not bad after all."muttered Mrs. Granger as she took another helping of the fried dish.
Hermione also enjoyed the food but she's much more interested in finishing the books. Noontime came and she's already halfway on the second book, which talks about the lifestyle of the people there.
Worrying about damaging her eyes because of her nonstop reading, she decided to stop for a while and give her eyes a rest. She lay in bed and closed her eyes for a moment. She realized something.
"I've had a strange feeling about this place ever since I sat foot on this island."she said to herself, it's nothing to worry about though.
After a while of eye-resting experience, this bushy haired girl decided to go out and socialize with the people for the very first time. She haven't had any chance to meet other people ever since she got there because she's always stuck in the hut, reading books.
She rose from bed and cleared up her eyes again. She took out a huge hair brush out of her bag and brushed her brown bushy hair.
"I'll just go outside Mum!"yelled Hermione as she went down the steps of the wooden ladder.
The door heading outside the hut was open,
"Dad probably gone seashell picking. I've read they have more than a thousand species of seashells in this island alone."she thought as she went out the door.
The sand was so hot already and the seashore is sparkling brightly under the warm sun. Most of the adults and elderly men are already out to sea and had gone fishing. The only once left were the children and the women who dry the fishes under the sun.
Hermione decided to look for someone to talk to. She thought having someone closer to her age could communicate with her better so she tried to look for one. After a few minutes of circling and searching around, at last, she found what she was looking for.
A teenage boy probably two years older than her was strolling along the seashore. He's not that tall but he's taller than Hermione though. She thought it was the best time to approach him because he seems to be doing nothing.
"Hey! You!"she yelled at the boy as she waved her arms high in the air.
The boy stared at her, looking a bit puzzled.
"Hey! Can you please show me around?"she asked as she stopped walking.
The boy didn't say a thing. He turned around facing the sea. He seems to be saying something in a very strange language. He's acting like Hermione wasn't even there! Hermione felt like he was chanting something.
"Oh no!"she exclaimed with shock,
"Some people here can't speak English! Maybe he's having a hard time figuring out what I said."she said to herself while scratching her bushy head.
After a while, the boy finally faced her. He smiled and said,
"Sure! I can show you around."he said,
"Thank you."replied Hermione gladly.
"How did you learn your English anyway?"she asked curiously at the boy.
He can't seem find his answer, but then he replied,
"I learned it from school."he answered.
"Why are you here?"she asked,
"Aren't you supposed to be at sea?"she continued,
"I have to go to school today."he answered.
Next chapter: Hermione gets to know more about the boy she don't even know the name.
Summary: Hermione is having a vacation of her life in an island. (Is that a summary?)
It was a nice sunny day in the tropics. Mister and Mrs. Granger are yet still asleep. They got o tired cruising the ocean yesterday (Riding an old fashioned boat used by the natives.)
Hermione got up early in the morning ( 5:00 am) to view the sunrise from her window. Ignoring his father's loud, screeching snores; she sat before the window and stared at the horizon. The sun is now starting to rise; she's already seeing it's enormous rays coming out from the east.
The Grangers have already spent three days in this island. This island is peaceful and quiet, not so civilized but not too tribal or ethnic either. It is located in a country also called Pearl-of the Orient (It's in Asia).
The family is enjoying its hot summer sun and the warm ocean breeze of that region. Hermione and her family like it there so much that they are planning to stay longer, probably until midsummer.
The people there are so intriguing and mysterious; just the type of people Hermione would like to meet and know more about. They are not so civilized when it comes to latest technologies like those who live in the cities but they are rich in culture and traditions.
The Grangers are staying in a small hut made of wood and dry coconut leaves. Most of the people there have a similar type of house. They (Hermione and her family) rented the place for there were no hotels there. It stands near the seashore, which is so nice because they've got a chance to see the ocean clearly from the house.
There were just a few things inside the house, beds for them to sleep on, some chairs and tables and native ornaments hanging on the walls. The only thing in the house that caught Hermione's attention was the old wooden bookshelf.
It contains many sorts of books and reading materials about the history, happenings and cultural traditions of that place. But there are some books which are really old that she can't read what it says already! Some even have different and weird prints on it. These are just one of the things Hermione needs for her to survive. Her life wouldn't be complete without it.
Just a few minute later, the rising sun was finally up to start another wonderful day for the Grangers. She can still hear her father's loud snores; it lessened a little bit though.
Roosters started to make those morning alarm sounds, which they are famous for.
"Wow!"exclaimed Hermione with amazement, she wasn't used in getting up in the morning and hear the rooster's funny sound.
As she looked outside her window, people are already going out of their huts. Some are preparing their boats to set out to the sea.
"I've read about this yesterday! The major source of the people's income comes from the sea!"she said to herself in exclamation, but trying not to make it so loud so as not to wake her parents up.
"What's that smell?"she asked herself as she rised from her seat trying to look for where it came from.
"Probably breakfast. Maybe mom got up already."she told herself.
She's been trying some new strange foods these past few days. Most of them are exotic and unknown to the civilized world. On their first day, she ate grilled tuna fish, which was delicious and tried some snake's bile, which was believed to boost up ones energy and strength. On the second day, they tried out some tropical fruits, which was bountiful along the island. She really wanted to turn them into cold shakes but because of the limited electricity supply on the island, they just ate it fresh. On the third day, they ate smoked bat, which was capture by the villagers from the nearby caves.
"What's it going to be today?"she asked her mom as she went down the wooden ladder from her room to the dining area.
"An old man came here and said we should give a taste to his newly captured eel. I don't know how to cook it so I fried it instead."said Mrs. Granger as she took the old fying pan from the fire.
They are slowly getting used to live life not only non-muggle way, (in a way they are used to it) but also non- technological way. The life there was so simple. The people are contented on what they have. They can live without electricity not like some muggles that Hermione know all the way from London.
"So have you made any friends lately?"asked her dad,
"No."she answered,
"I was busy reading those books from the bookshelf, they're all interesting."she said with a smile as she started to eat.
"This eel's not bad after all."muttered Mrs. Granger as she took another helping of the fried dish.
Hermione also enjoyed the food but she's much more interested in finishing the books. Noontime came and she's already halfway on the second book, which talks about the lifestyle of the people there.
Worrying about damaging her eyes because of her nonstop reading, she decided to stop for a while and give her eyes a rest. She lay in bed and closed her eyes for a moment. She realized something.
"I've had a strange feeling about this place ever since I sat foot on this island."she said to herself, it's nothing to worry about though.
After a while of eye-resting experience, this bushy haired girl decided to go out and socialize with the people for the very first time. She haven't had any chance to meet other people ever since she got there because she's always stuck in the hut, reading books.
She rose from bed and cleared up her eyes again. She took out a huge hair brush out of her bag and brushed her brown bushy hair.
"I'll just go outside Mum!"yelled Hermione as she went down the steps of the wooden ladder.
The door heading outside the hut was open,
"Dad probably gone seashell picking. I've read they have more than a thousand species of seashells in this island alone."she thought as she went out the door.
The sand was so hot already and the seashore is sparkling brightly under the warm sun. Most of the adults and elderly men are already out to sea and had gone fishing. The only once left were the children and the women who dry the fishes under the sun.
Hermione decided to look for someone to talk to. She thought having someone closer to her age could communicate with her better so she tried to look for one. After a few minutes of circling and searching around, at last, she found what she was looking for.
A teenage boy probably two years older than her was strolling along the seashore. He's not that tall but he's taller than Hermione though. She thought it was the best time to approach him because he seems to be doing nothing.
"Hey! You!"she yelled at the boy as she waved her arms high in the air.
The boy stared at her, looking a bit puzzled.
"Hey! Can you please show me around?"she asked as she stopped walking.
The boy didn't say a thing. He turned around facing the sea. He seems to be saying something in a very strange language. He's acting like Hermione wasn't even there! Hermione felt like he was chanting something.
"Oh no!"she exclaimed with shock,
"Some people here can't speak English! Maybe he's having a hard time figuring out what I said."she said to herself while scratching her bushy head.
After a while, the boy finally faced her. He smiled and said,
"Sure! I can show you around."he said,
"Thank you."replied Hermione gladly.
"How did you learn your English anyway?"she asked curiously at the boy.
He can't seem find his answer, but then he replied,
"I learned it from school."he answered.
"Why are you here?"she asked,
"Aren't you supposed to be at sea?"she continued,
"I have to go to school today."he answered.
Next chapter: Hermione gets to know more about the boy she don't even know the name.