Chapter 3:
"Life's like a small kid who hides in a closet with the sole intent to jump out and scare people"
Regardless of what time she woke, Hermione always found that it was an impossibility to leave her home at the specified time she had decided upon the previous evening. Whether her or her daughter's doing she had no idea.
"Mom! I can't find my other sock!"
Well, she had some idea but as the mother it was her responsibility to keep that thought locked away for a few more years.
Still in her bathrobe hermione scurried around her bedroom assembling the day's clothes. "Did you check the washroom?"
"Yes!"
"Your cupboard?" Quickly she began to dress.
"Yes!"
"Your shoes?"
She smiled at the rare silence issuing from the vicinity of her daughter's room.
She hurried into the bathroom to brush her teeth after checking the clock for the fourth time in as many minutes. She rinsed out her mounth and began to apply her makeup.
"Mom, your gonna make us late."
She rolled her eyes atr the small figure who casually strolled past the open bathroom door, fully dressed and ready for the day. "Hurry and go eat your breakfast, I left it on the kitchen table."
It was as Hermione was carefully applying the bare minimum of makeup, made nessecity by the adult popuilation, when the doorbell rang at that estranged hour in which you always believed that everyone was too busy preparing for the day to bother with their fellow neighbour let alone their fellow man.
Again her daughter's pitched voice called out from part of the lower half of their modest home.
"Mom! Man in a dress at the door!"
Hermione cringed at Shyrian's favourite term regarding the male population of the magical community and grabbed a crocadlie clip to attempt messily pin her hair out of her facve fdor the day in a fast, ifficient manne.
Spotting her mother walking down the stairs Shyrian turned to return to her almost finished toast and eggs in the kitchen while Hermione and her clip of determination continued to battle the untamable curl that were her hair.
In fact, it was only when she reahed the front door did, she look up with a welcoming smile which faded in comparison to the unexpected terror that reached her eyes when they met a pale, pointed, silver-eyed face that they were far to familier with.
"Man in a dress? What the bloody hell are you teaching my child Granger?"
chap end.
Author's note:
I start university for my 1st year this year so if anyone wants to know when I update this story either e-mail me or review and I'll make a list of you guys and will e-mail you preview chapters of let you know when I update.
I hope you like and would love to read any comments and questions or ideas, I even don't mind flames, I enjoy a good fight every now and then but please if you want to start a fight make sure you first have the intelligence to carry it.
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Todays quote:
"I think therefore I'm bored."
