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The sun was shinning as a gentle breeze stirred the grass on the ground. It wasn't too hot, or too cold. It was a perfect spring day in all accounts. She could see a couple strolling down the paved sidewalk and laughter rang loud and echoed through the halls. The woman glared at the outside through her window blinds. It was too cheerful of a day for her taste. She let go of the blinds and walked back over to her couch.
The room was dark, the only light being the streaks of light coming from underneath the blinds. The woman didn't mind though, she liked it being dark. No one knew much about the woman to be honest. They remember her being quite pretty once. But they hadn't seen her come out of the apartment for some time. People eventually forgot about her. The woman picked up a picture off her coffee table and studied it. It was of her and her two best friends in the world. Well, she didn't know if they were her friends now, but at the time of the photo being taken, they were. She smiled a tiny bit, it was snowing she recalled, and they were just covered in snow. They were all grinning like idiots as they had just won a snowball fight against their friends. The woman didn't know how to feelhappiness of that nature was anymore. It was a miracle she felt anything. She set the picture down. It was heavy coated in dust, showing how much she had not bothered to look at her past. She just didn't want to go back there, too many memories...
She shook her head to rid of the images. She sighed and then went over to the wall where she had her diaploma hung on the wall. She traced her finger over the frame. She was the only student to get an early diaploma, in her school's history, she should've been happy. Yet she felt the diaploma held no purpose as that part of her life was over. She sighed and then went back to the letter that had arrived by owl. She had read it so many times, she knew she could remember it by heart. Reading the black ink for the millionth time, it was only a simple letter but made years fload back in a rush. The most important lines read
We would be honored to have you as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. It's time for you to come back home.
He was right, as usual. She already had her bags packed and ready near the fireplace. She always did think Hogwarts as her home. But teaching? She had been gone for so long...She then looked up and stared at the calendar.
May 31
The day she had walked out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy even though there were only a couple weeks till graduation all those years ago.
Today marked five years to the day that Hermione Granger had walked out of Hogwarts, and left her friends without warning. Leaving behind all that she had known for the past seven years.
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