Hermione twirled the gun in her hand; the light from her lamp reflecting off its smooth, metal surface. Her eyes analyzed its shape, its harsh silver color, the coldness of its touch. She licked her lips.
"You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this..."
Her actions were interrupted by the loud music streaming from her boom box.
"That reminds me..." she murmured to herself. She raised her wand and cast a silencing charm upon her entire room.
"That's better." She said again in a small, emotionless voice. She then returned her focus on the metal object in her hand. She marveled at how a small, harmless-looking object in her hand could possess so much firepower.
"I guess I better get this over with..." Hermione turned around and faced her night stand. She scanned the room with cool, calculating eyes and finally, after what seemed like several minutes, she pulled the trigger.
BANG! CLINK!
The bullet shot out of the gun and hit the soda can that Hermione had placed on the nightstand directly in the middle. She then swiveled around and shot another soda can that she had placed atop her dresser. She then turned to the right and finally aimed at the can that she had used her wand to levitate all the way up to the ceiling. She was able to hit the can without even blinking. A small smile spread across her face. Bulls-eye.
"I guess that's enough target practice for today." She stated and strolled casually out of the room, taking care to hide the gun in a small pocket in her school robes.
She was completely unaware of the ill-fated surprises that would greet her when she left the room.