Disclaimer: Not mine. Harry Potterverse is Rowling's, whereas the original Circe is Homer's (though she was as much a potion mistress; Rowling's, according to the HP Lexicon, is a transifuration expert.)
Before Hermione could object, Circe changed the subject. "So which one of those handsome boys is your lover?"
Blushing madly, Hermione stammered, "Neither. I don't have a boyfriend."
Looking scandalized, Circe bore down on her granddaughter. "But you're over eighteen! By the time I was your age I had seduced at least fifty men."
"I have no desire to seduce anyone, let alone fifty men, grandmum. I'd rather concentrate on my career."
Circe frowned, but said nothing. A tense moment passed before she suddenly smiled. "That's fine, dear. Now where's that Headmaster of yours? We have a villain to squash."
A/N: Okay, this is the last chapter in part I, and I have a compromise to offer my reviewers who are pleading for longer chapters. I will continue to write this story in drabble form (ie: 100 words exactly), but I will post less frequently and combine all the drabbles in each part. So instead of 100 chapters, and the annoyance of pushing that button and waiting for it to load 100 times, it will be more like 15 longer chapters.
Oh, and a muumuu (sorry, mispelled it in the chapter) is
a Hawaiian loungedress like a caftan that ranges from almost attractive
to the most-hideous-piece-of-clothing imaginable. Ebay has lots
of examples with photos if interested in a visual. Just remember
they look better on the rack, hence no photos of people modelling them.
So anyway, the plot (what there is) starts moving next "chapter" with part II: Circe Almighty!