Paper Hearts
Chapter two: Hidden Hearts.
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The sun had set low in the sky, a dusty haze on the horizon. The world was bathed in an orange hue and the inhabitants of the castle were all safely inside. Except one.
Her dark outline swept across the grounds in flowing movements, and to any on lookers it would be quite obvious that the woman walked with a purpose.
Covered by the umbrageous canopy of trees she was concealed from the outside world, with only a sense of direction paving her way.
She abruptly turned her cloak swishing out behind her. Taking three paces north and two east, she lowered her hood and muttered an incantation.
A door opened, conspicuously concealed within a tree, and Hermione Granger entered.
A dim light bathed the room in a soft glow, omitted from the fire casting shadows along the walls.
This was Hermione's sanctuary. With a quaint table and matching rocking chairs perfect for reading and researching, Dumbledore had permitted her to use the un plotable room as a personal study.
She sat in there till the wee hours of the morning, carefully cutting out paper hearts. These would serve a greater purpose later.