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) Chapter Two (
I fell hard after Victor Krum, I wasted away to nothing. It was around Christmas time when we broke up, or rather, he dumped me. We were happy for those six months, when I was still the old Hermione, always to be found in the library, always being the top prefect, always getting the top grades. I believe his word for me was 'reliable', and that's all I'm ever going to be, 'reliable' unless I did something about it.
I thinned down a lot though, because I gave up on eating a lot when I was heartbroken. I found that to be my most devastating stage in life, I always skulked, I never smiled, yet, grades were still the same. I had to be different. So that winter break, I turned Goth. I still dressed rather appropriately, but I was simply really depressing when people talked to me.
That wasn't enough, I had to revolt, and to revolt, means to rebel.
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Hermione lightly stepped off of the train in a black turtle neck and dark jeans. After a final farewell to her friends, who promised to write while she was on vacation in Venice with her cousin, Hermione set off to wait out front, for Wendy was always late. She was always off somewhere, said she went to pick up her step-dad, said she was helping out a friend, all these meaningless excuses that were not harmful, but suspicious nonetheless.
Actually, none of the family knew what Wendy did for a living; every year, she would come to the Family Christmas party, dressed grandly and dance daintily. No one doubted that she had an unmentionable occupation, but she always had money. But despite the time that Wendy spends in Italy, everyone loved her very much. She was also very pretty, and had many suitors as well.
Knowing very well that Wendy was going to be late, Hermione changed her clothes in the bathroom, she wore black pants and a tank with a light trench coat over it all. After half an hour at the entrance of King's Cross, Wendy rushed in the front entrance, nearly smacking the guard in the face with her tiny Fendi purse. She found Hermione sitting on a bench, laid back, feet perched on her navy blue trunk, and napping.
"Wake up!" Being the loud and perky person that she is, Wendy just couldn't resist shouting into Hermione's ear. But she didn't expect the result that she got. Hermione simply opened her honey eyes and peered at her cousin emptily. "Happy to see me?" Wendy looked ridiculous trying to pick up the trunk in her matching designer tan jacket and pants along with black pointy sandals. {Think Julia Roberts in American Sweethearts when she's by the pool, except in a sandy, brown color.} A nearby guy lent a hand to help her as Wendy laughed lightly while Hermione stood silently by, smirking at the whole thing. Wendy thanked the guy again, and giggled as she got into a rented black Mini.
On the way to the airport, Hermione silently sat there, swirling thoughts taking over her conscious state. And except for that Wendy's chatty voice on the cell phone next to her, Hermione slipped into the sleeping state again, but only to hear Wendy's voice echoing in her ears. "Yes, hello Auntie Rosa! It's so good to be talking to you again. Anyways, I've picked Hermione from King's Cross and we're going to head to the airport right now. Uh-huh, oh yes, I noticed that, of course. Haha, well, say hi to Uncle Frank for me. Bye." Nothing really important.
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"It's so dark," Hermione blinked at the darkness that Wendy's home projected through the doorway.
"Well, don't you like it that way? It's so cool and refreshing." Wendy's question was rhetorical.
Neither of them talked as they washed up and prepared dinner, which was some kind of baked salmon with a side of garden salad; Hermione didn't notice, but simply passed the food into her mouth just to satisfy Wendy.
After dinner, Wendy tried to interact Hermione into something interesting to talk about, or to do something. But everything that Wendy suggested, Hermione had no opinion, nor reaction.
"Hermione, you've got to stop being a Goth, no guy will be impressed by that," Wendy finally turned the topic to dating and partying.
"I don't feel like it," The response was bland, yet, it was a response.
"Sweetie, you've simply got to think outside the box. Stop being so damn depressing, be daring, be impish, be like a pixie!" Wendy did a dramatic move and caused Hermione to laugh. "Now come on, if you agree, I can dress you up and we can go clubbing!"
And that's exactly what they did. Wendy picked out clothes, herself, a short mini-skirt, big chunky sandals, and a white top; her hair in tight curls. Contrast to what she was wearing before, which was filled with confidence and class, this outfit made her daring and sexy. For Hermione, Wendy picked a shimmering red top with a more reserved skirt which had an uneven cut from the length of a mini skirt to her knees. This outfit change caused Wendy to bring her age level down by five years, and Hermione's up by five years; so basically, they could pass as the same age, twenty-ish.
Together, they went out the door very different people, than when they came in.
) Chapter Two (
I fell hard after Victor Krum, I wasted away to nothing. It was around Christmas time when we broke up, or rather, he dumped me. We were happy for those six months, when I was still the old Hermione, always to be found in the library, always being the top prefect, always getting the top grades. I believe his word for me was 'reliable', and that's all I'm ever going to be, 'reliable' unless I did something about it.
I thinned down a lot though, because I gave up on eating a lot when I was heartbroken. I found that to be my most devastating stage in life, I always skulked, I never smiled, yet, grades were still the same. I had to be different. So that winter break, I turned Goth. I still dressed rather appropriately, but I was simply really depressing when people talked to me.
That wasn't enough, I had to revolt, and to revolt, means to rebel.
~+~+~+~+~+~
Hermione lightly stepped off of the train in a black turtle neck and dark jeans. After a final farewell to her friends, who promised to write while she was on vacation in Venice with her cousin, Hermione set off to wait out front, for Wendy was always late. She was always off somewhere, said she went to pick up her step-dad, said she was helping out a friend, all these meaningless excuses that were not harmful, but suspicious nonetheless.
Actually, none of the family knew what Wendy did for a living; every year, she would come to the Family Christmas party, dressed grandly and dance daintily. No one doubted that she had an unmentionable occupation, but she always had money. But despite the time that Wendy spends in Italy, everyone loved her very much. She was also very pretty, and had many suitors as well.
Knowing very well that Wendy was going to be late, Hermione changed her clothes in the bathroom, she wore black pants and a tank with a light trench coat over it all. After half an hour at the entrance of King's Cross, Wendy rushed in the front entrance, nearly smacking the guard in the face with her tiny Fendi purse. She found Hermione sitting on a bench, laid back, feet perched on her navy blue trunk, and napping.
"Wake up!" Being the loud and perky person that she is, Wendy just couldn't resist shouting into Hermione's ear. But she didn't expect the result that she got. Hermione simply opened her honey eyes and peered at her cousin emptily. "Happy to see me?" Wendy looked ridiculous trying to pick up the trunk in her matching designer tan jacket and pants along with black pointy sandals. {Think Julia Roberts in American Sweethearts when she's by the pool, except in a sandy, brown color.} A nearby guy lent a hand to help her as Wendy laughed lightly while Hermione stood silently by, smirking at the whole thing. Wendy thanked the guy again, and giggled as she got into a rented black Mini.
On the way to the airport, Hermione silently sat there, swirling thoughts taking over her conscious state. And except for that Wendy's chatty voice on the cell phone next to her, Hermione slipped into the sleeping state again, but only to hear Wendy's voice echoing in her ears. "Yes, hello Auntie Rosa! It's so good to be talking to you again. Anyways, I've picked Hermione from King's Cross and we're going to head to the airport right now. Uh-huh, oh yes, I noticed that, of course. Haha, well, say hi to Uncle Frank for me. Bye." Nothing really important.
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"It's so dark," Hermione blinked at the darkness that Wendy's home projected through the doorway.
"Well, don't you like it that way? It's so cool and refreshing." Wendy's question was rhetorical.
Neither of them talked as they washed up and prepared dinner, which was some kind of baked salmon with a side of garden salad; Hermione didn't notice, but simply passed the food into her mouth just to satisfy Wendy.
After dinner, Wendy tried to interact Hermione into something interesting to talk about, or to do something. But everything that Wendy suggested, Hermione had no opinion, nor reaction.
"Hermione, you've got to stop being a Goth, no guy will be impressed by that," Wendy finally turned the topic to dating and partying.
"I don't feel like it," The response was bland, yet, it was a response.
"Sweetie, you've simply got to think outside the box. Stop being so damn depressing, be daring, be impish, be like a pixie!" Wendy did a dramatic move and caused Hermione to laugh. "Now come on, if you agree, I can dress you up and we can go clubbing!"
And that's exactly what they did. Wendy picked out clothes, herself, a short mini-skirt, big chunky sandals, and a white top; her hair in tight curls. Contrast to what she was wearing before, which was filled with confidence and class, this outfit made her daring and sexy. For Hermione, Wendy picked a shimmering red top with a more reserved skirt which had an uneven cut from the length of a mini skirt to her knees. This outfit change caused Wendy to bring her age level down by five years, and Hermione's up by five years; so basically, they could pass as the same age, twenty-ish.
Together, they went out the door very different people, than when they came in.