THE EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER

By: Scatterheart

A long time ago in a campus far, far away…

Section Eleven

The next week, the temperature rose and the snows melted. Hermione awoke to the warm, orange rays of the sun beaming through the window and shining over her closed eyelids. In celebration of the springtime, she decided to wear her gray skirt instead of the black, wool trousers that had scratched her for most of the winter.

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