Chapter 3
Jan. 4
8:00 am
Sitting in Potions. Already finished the assignment, and did homework.
Still a bit shell shocked from the morning's endeavors. So Angelina comes storming in my room at, oh, about FIVE O'CLOCK AM, throwing curtains up and lighting lamps around the dorm. Parvati and Lavender, my dorm-mates, shout sleepy, half-hearted protests against the sudden barrage of light and noise "Get up!" Angelina yelled, "we've got to get an early start on you if you're gonna be ready in time for class!" She dragged me out of my nice, warm, cozy bed (interrupting my rather pleasant dream) and plopped me down in front of my rarely-used vanity. Apparently she had been in even before I was so rudely awakened, because the surface of the vanity was cluttered with various brightly colored cases and jars. Angelina came to stand behind me, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror in front of us. "Ready?" she said with a devilish grin. I was getting a little bit nervous. "What exactly are you planning on doing to me?" I inquired. Apparently this was a mistake, for she launched into an explanation of exactly what was wrong with my current appearance. "Well, Hermione, for starters you don't give as much thought into your appearance as you should. You just wake up and put on whatever you find…"
"Now Angelina, I don't know if you've heard, but that's kind of the whole point of school uniforms."
"SILENCE! Do you want me to do this for you or not? That's what I thought. Now pay attention. You just throw your hair up into a bun, or don't do anything at all with it and let it just sort of fly every which way. That's the first thing we're going to work on." She commenced opening cases, unscrewing lids, and uncorking small bottles, some of which were smoking suspiciously. While she worked, she proceeded to give me a psychological evaluation, something I didn't know she was capable of.
"Another issue we need to address with you is your attitude. Now, you're quite smart, obviously, but you tend to act below your age emotionally…"
(really, that's interesting)
"…you tend to think of yourself as younger than you actually are…"
(and what makes you think this?)
"…I've seen it. You have to realize that you are just as old and just as mature as everybody else in your age…"
(I'll show you who's emotionally immature! How dare you come in and psychoanalyze me like this!)
Maybe it comes from hanging out with boys so much, they tend to be a bit below us emotionally…"
(well that's true)
Anyway, you get the idea. Apparently people forget that I'm actually the same age as everybody else because I act immature. Funny, I always thought everybody else acted immature. Ironic, isn't it? To add to it all, while this little analysis was occurring, she was doing some very strange stuff with my appearance. By the time it was time to go to breakfast, I was dolled up almost beyond recognition, even though Angelina claimed that I was just wearing "the basics" in makeup, etc. She even picked out an outfit for me to wear (which I don't understand, all my clothes are the same) (again, the whole point of a uniform) but she said that it did make a difference. Whatever. So I went down to breakfast and sat down next to Harry, like normal. He had to do a double-take before he recognized me, but it finally got through to him. "Wow, Hermione, you look…you look…differentI mean, you always look alright, but today you just look… I don't know… different."
Come on, Harry, vocabulary.
Should I be concerned? If all Harry can think of is "different", maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. But then again, since when do I care what Harry thinks about how I look? He's a guy, for crying out loud. They know nothing. As Angelina said, they're a little below us emotionally. But still, it's Harry. You'd think that he'd be able to come up with something better than "different". Ginny leaned over and whispered something in his ear. He looked back at her, confused. Ginny sighed, kissed him on the cheek, and added, "What we mean is that you look great today, Herm."
Ok, well that's a little better. Thank you Ginny for being Harry's voice, as usual. So anyway that was that, and other than getting very curious looks from the majority of the student body, nothing else significant has occurred. Still not sure how I feel about the little breakfast exchange. Oh well.
Oops, got to go. Professor Snape just caught me writing. This could be bad.