She turned off the water, slightly opened the sliding glass door and
reached for a towel.
"'Mione!? 30 more minutes!" her father shouted from the hallway and she stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body.
She walked into her room and stood in front of her mirror. All summer she thought her eyes were deceiving her but she tried one more time to convince herself that the person in front of her was really Hermione Granger. She had always been very conscious of her body; she never liked the way she looked. She had been short and skinny with no shape whatsoever as she watched all the other girls transform into beautiful young women. But there she was taller and curvaceous with flawless skin. 'My hair isn't all that bad either, especially when it's dry,' she thought, then touched her hair 'Bloody hell! It's still wet!' she looked at her clock. Fifteen minutes. No time to blow dry her hair. She rushed into the bathroom and squirted a mass of mousse in her hand and spread it throughout her hair.
When she returned to her room she realized she still had essential things scattered across her room that needed to be packed. 'No time to be neat,' she thought then bit her lip and looked at the clock. 10 minutes. She shoved everything into her trunk and pushed it out the door.
"Dad! Get my trunk!" she shouted desperately and rushed back into her room and searched in the pile of clothes on her bed for something to wear.
She quickly pulled out a pair of black jeans and a green tube top. 'Tube top? I can't wear a tube top!' she looked at her clock. 5 minutes. 'Tube top will do,' she thought then pulled on her clothes recklessly then ran to the bathroom once again.
Hermione had been getting used to wearing make up all summer but this morning she just didn't have time to look perfect. She grabbed the first lip gloss she can reach and brushed on some mascara then ran back into her room and snatched her sandals. Then she took a quick stop in front of the mirror for one last look, 'I just can't wear a tube top to King's Cross on the first day of school!'
"Hermione! Come on let's go! You're going to be late!" she heard her mother yell from the front door.
She ripped a sweater off its hanger, scampered down the stairs and flew out the door.
"'Mione!? 30 more minutes!" her father shouted from the hallway and she stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body.
She walked into her room and stood in front of her mirror. All summer she thought her eyes were deceiving her but she tried one more time to convince herself that the person in front of her was really Hermione Granger. She had always been very conscious of her body; she never liked the way she looked. She had been short and skinny with no shape whatsoever as she watched all the other girls transform into beautiful young women. But there she was taller and curvaceous with flawless skin. 'My hair isn't all that bad either, especially when it's dry,' she thought, then touched her hair 'Bloody hell! It's still wet!' she looked at her clock. Fifteen minutes. No time to blow dry her hair. She rushed into the bathroom and squirted a mass of mousse in her hand and spread it throughout her hair.
When she returned to her room she realized she still had essential things scattered across her room that needed to be packed. 'No time to be neat,' she thought then bit her lip and looked at the clock. 10 minutes. She shoved everything into her trunk and pushed it out the door.
"Dad! Get my trunk!" she shouted desperately and rushed back into her room and searched in the pile of clothes on her bed for something to wear.
She quickly pulled out a pair of black jeans and a green tube top. 'Tube top? I can't wear a tube top!' she looked at her clock. 5 minutes. 'Tube top will do,' she thought then pulled on her clothes recklessly then ran to the bathroom once again.
Hermione had been getting used to wearing make up all summer but this morning she just didn't have time to look perfect. She grabbed the first lip gloss she can reach and brushed on some mascara then ran back into her room and snatched her sandals. Then she took a quick stop in front of the mirror for one last look, 'I just can't wear a tube top to King's Cross on the first day of school!'
"Hermione! Come on let's go! You're going to be late!" she heard her mother yell from the front door.
She ripped a sweater off its hanger, scampered down the stairs and flew out the door.