Disclaimer: Not mine, see chap. 1.
A/N: Thank you for reviewing, and to answer you, yes, these chapters are short. They are precisely 100 words, in fact. If they weren't, this would be a monster of a piece, and I'd never, ever finish. I would get burned out before the end of Part II. As it is, I plan for this to be 100 chapters long. Also, consider it a writing exercise: a sketch, if you will.
Her friends were disrupted from their questions as a striking woman stepped into the ward. She was dressed in loud blue moomoo covered in white and yellow flowers. She looked about her quickly, stopping her search when she saw Hermione.
"Darling child! What have you gotten yourself into this time?" she exclaimed as she rushed over to embrace her granddaughter.
"Hello, grandmum," Hermione sighed, ignoring her friends, who were gawking at the interloper.
"Dearest," said Circe, with a slight rebuke, "Haven't I told you a million times to call me Circe?"
Hoping to distract her grandmother, Hermione introduced her friends.