Finally, after 3 months of school, Hermione was able to see the fitter. Having gotten used to the stares that were given to her uniform, Hermione had been quite surprised when Professor Noddle held her after Transfiguration, needing to come up with an appropriate time. So after much deliberation, it was decided that the weekend coming up, when nether party would be interrupted with classes and work, would be the time Hermione got her new uniform. Unfortunately, Hermione was not looking forward to it.
She hated the uniform the other girls put on every morning. Most even wore their uniforms on the weekends when more 'comfortable', if that was the word Hermione was looking for, attire was allowed. While the long black skirts the girls wore would be nice now, proper combat to the cold weather, when the spring arrived it would be dreadful in the heat. And to have to wear her robes along with a long sleeved shirt, with frills on the sleeves no less, was just outrageous! She would die of the heat, if she didn't trip over the length of her skirt first.
She wanted to stay in her own uniform. But at least she would be able to wear her own clothes on the weekends.
The first few nights after arrived had been dreadful. While the other girls wore white cotton camisoles to bed, Hermione was in her muggle pajamas, which entailed flannel bottoms and a tank-top. The girls had been appalled at her lack of modesty but had been forced to get over it when she absolutely refused to wear anything else.
Valloriey found Hermione's clothes amazing. On the weekends they would sit in their dorm room, trying on every article Hermione had brought with her. Valloriey loved to be able to wear pants like the men and boys of the school.
"They are so much more comfortable!" Valloriey had exclaimed the first time she tried them on.
Though they were always careful when changing. If Nicola ever caught them, they would both be hexed for sure.
Nicola hated all the time Hermione spent with her sister! She had been the first to be so adamantly against Hermione's nightclothes. And she still grumbled each night when Hermione got into bed. But without everyone else voicing her opinion she settled on grumbling quietly to herself.
Hermione got along with the other girls of the dorm. Levy Rattner and Cassie Green reminded Hermione of Lavender and Parvati, as they were always gossiping and trying to impress the boys. Though they went about was quite unlike Lavender and Parvati who threw themselves at anyone of the opposite sex.
Robina Gregg was similar to Neville. She was quite nice but also quite clumsy, constantly messing up in Potions. Unlike Snape though, Professor Gaddrik was quite helpful and never took too many house points away.
The boys and girls of the younger years kept to themselves mostly. There was no Colin Creevy with his camera constantly snapping photos. There was no Ginny Weasley for Hermione to go and confide her deepest secrets.
As time past Hermione was getting more and more homesick.
She was even beginning to miss Malfoy and his rude comments. And Professor Snape was beginning to look good. She would have smiled just to be able to see his hooknose and beady eyes. Professor Sprout and Professor Vector. And Madame Pomfrey! Oh how she would have loved to walk into Charms and see a stack of books awaiting Professor Flitwick.
But she wasn't going to be able to anyone. Every morning she woke hoping to be home. But she wasn't. She was stuck in the past. At least not until she brewed her return potion...