That Feeling I've Forgotten
Severus Snape woke up abruptly, just as the sun was creeping into the darkness of night. He glanced at his watch. 5:30. "Darn."
He looked back at it again, remembering who had given it to him. Molly Duncan. But, no, he didn't want to remember that part of his past. He actually wanted to be able to sleep for another hour. Remembering would just depress him more. As he fell into his temporary slumber, his pale face was graced with the sunlight's presence.
Hermione Granger was up at the crack of dawn, ready for another day of learning. She was still tired, but she didn't care: she'd give up almost anything for learning. She glanced around her room that she was sharing with Ginny. She wasn't going to just any library, but the biggest and oldest one of the wizarding world. The sun was just making its grand appearance, bringing with it one of the last days of summer. As her stomach began to growl, she realized that due to her lack of appetite last night, she was famished.
Just as she was wondering what she'd have, the essence of the morning's breakfast filled her nostrils. "Yum, bacon and eggs."
But before she reached the kitchen, she looked in the mirror on the wall. Hideous, she thought. Sure, her eyes had that chocolate brown that made you want to eat them, even though she didn't advise it to anyone, and wouldn't enjoy it herself either. And her teeth had been fixed by three years of braces and a few charms. She also had an acceptable figure. But, as she thought, that was it. She did, from time to time, look in the mirror and get the strong urge to put some beauty spells on, but that was it. Her hair was coming out of her ponytail in every direction and she realized that her bangs needed cutting, too. But her mind was back on food, and food alone. She wanted food.
Severus Snape woke up abruptly, just as the sun was creeping into the darkness of night. He glanced at his watch. 5:30. "Darn."
He looked back at it again, remembering who had given it to him. Molly Duncan. But, no, he didn't want to remember that part of his past. He actually wanted to be able to sleep for another hour. Remembering would just depress him more. As he fell into his temporary slumber, his pale face was graced with the sunlight's presence.
Hermione Granger was up at the crack of dawn, ready for another day of learning. She was still tired, but she didn't care: she'd give up almost anything for learning. She glanced around her room that she was sharing with Ginny. She wasn't going to just any library, but the biggest and oldest one of the wizarding world. The sun was just making its grand appearance, bringing with it one of the last days of summer. As her stomach began to growl, she realized that due to her lack of appetite last night, she was famished.
Just as she was wondering what she'd have, the essence of the morning's breakfast filled her nostrils. "Yum, bacon and eggs."
But before she reached the kitchen, she looked in the mirror on the wall. Hideous, she thought. Sure, her eyes had that chocolate brown that made you want to eat them, even though she didn't advise it to anyone, and wouldn't enjoy it herself either. And her teeth had been fixed by three years of braces and a few charms. She also had an acceptable figure. But, as she thought, that was it. She did, from time to time, look in the mirror and get the strong urge to put some beauty spells on, but that was it. Her hair was coming out of her ponytail in every direction and she realized that her bangs needed cutting, too. But her mind was back on food, and food alone. She wanted food.