A/N: Just a short story, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione Granger.
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The store on the corner on Goldenrod and Marcado was bustling with children and their exasperated parents, searching for the perfect Halloween
costume. A small girl was clutching onto her mother's hand as she lead her to the costume she wanted.
"I want to be a witch, Mummy!" the girl cried with a smile, showing the gap her front
teeth should have filled. Emmy Granger smiled half-heartedly at the costume, figuring it would cost a fortune.
"Hermione, wouldn't you rather be a ghost?" Emmy offered, eyeing the cheap costume.
Hermione looked at her mother with a stubborn glare.
"Emogen, I want to be a witch!" Emmy raised her eyebrows at her daughter's use of her full name, but she didn't say anything of it. She reached up
and took the witch costume off the rack
"Oh, Mummy, it's so pretty!" gushed Hermione, grabbing at the outfit. Emmy sighed.
"Alright, we'll get the costume," she said, cringing at the price tag. Hermione squealed and hugged her mother's knees.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Hermione yelled. Emmy grinned and put a finger to her lips. Hermione instantly hushed.
"Well, what kind of witch do you want to be?" asked Emmy, kneeling down.
"An evil witch, with green skin and a wart!" Hermione said, crinkling her nose.
"No wart will touch my daughter's pretty face," Emmy laughed, poking her daughter's nose. Hermione giggled.
"Come on, you're going to be a pretty witch for Halloween!" Emmy said, and grabbed her daughter's hand. She led her to a row of wigs.
"Do you want a wig?" asked the mother.
"Yes!" Hermione cried, grabbing at a long black wig. Emmy snatched it before the seven-year old could.
"Then that's settled. You'll be a pretty little witch with black hair." Hermione nodded, and looked over to another row.
"Look, wands!" she said in amazement, and scampered off. Emmy quickly caught up to her daughter.
"Look, Mummy, this one's cool!" Hermione squealed. Emmy nodded. She watched as her daughter flicked the wand around, and gasped in awe as
gold sparks flew out. A bag of feathers flew up in the air, hung there for a matter of seconds and then fell limp on the counter.
"Mummy, this one really works!" the young girl cried with joy. Emmy swiftly took the wand from her daughter's hand and set it carefully on the pile.
"But dear, that one simply doesn't go with your outfit!" she said with uncertainty."This one lights up!"
Hermione's attention was now set on that wand, as she played with the lights. Emmy guided Hermione down the aisle to the cashier. As she was
paying for Hermione's costume, she glanced down the aisle with the wands. Emmy watched as another girl played with the same wand Hermione was playing
with before, and she saw the girl pout because it didn't work. Emmy jerked her head back to the cashier, and took her money with a smile.
"Let's go, my little witch," Emmy said, half-joking.