Nope, no luck in owning the Harry Potter books yet. Please? Begs J.K Rowling Even just Draco would be fine….
Hermione's brain suddenly sprang back to life. It then dawned on her that she should get going. She should do something to stop their stares, stop their questioning. Glancing at her wrist watch, she realised it had stopped, it was frozen, the second hand wasn't moving. Probably water logged or something from all the rain.
The time was frozen- It was never going to change. These thoughts reminded her of her family. Time was never going to move forward for her parents. Another tear slid down her cheek, this time glistening in the sun- not sliding down, unnoticed. This only attracted more curious stares from the other students.
Glaring at them, she haughtily marched off to the castle door, determined that she would not change her routine, the way she treated others or how they treated her.
Everything was to stay the same. She was going to act normal, like nothing had happened. Because of the forever growing situation in the magical world, it was not unusual for news of a muggle born's or even wizard family- if they had aurors in their family to die. Hermione did not need their pitying glances. She was going to push on, to continue with life. She was not going to breakdown, like so many other students had. She was going to learn from others, and perspire, continue on.
That's why she chose to do nothing. To say nothing to her friends.
She hurried back to her dormitory, careful not to draw attention to her appearance, which was very messy. She felt sticky, smelt of rain, her hair appeared to be frizzier than usual- it resembled a perm gone wrong, and she probably had large black rings under her eyes. Every step she took seemed like there were weights attached to her legs, dragging her down to the floor, which would not stable her feet. She looked at the ground, not catching anyone's eye, and hurriedly walked down the corridor.
There was in the shadows, as she turned around the corner, someone who noticed her state. Hermione didn't notice the tall, masculine figure standing behind a suit of armour, observing her, curious.
She hurried down the corridor and stopped in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.
'DA' she said in a low, barely audible voice.
'Daar-ling, as you wish!' the cheerful smile of the Fat Lady normally would cause Hermione to smile back, but not today. With her eyes cast downwards, quietly, in an attempt not to draw attention to herself, she crept up the stairs in the direction of the girls' dormitories.
Luckily everyone was at breakfast already or getting ready for what the new day would bring. Not stopping to glance at whether there were still other girls in the dormitory she shared, Hermione approached her bed and started drawing her curtains, so that she could gather her things for her shower, but stopped, when she heard a…..
Such a short chapter… I don't know who the 'dark masculine figure is yet'.
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