I stand between wrong and right
As the compass spins round and round
It's peasoup fog, I've quite lost the light
Even if I scream, I cannot make a sound.
I stand between right and wrong
Hell of it is, I can't dowse the difference
I wonder if you wouldn't drag me along
Yank me sunward, out of the fog so dense.
Maybe then I'd truly know
What those dragons teeth might sow
"Hermione, you're coming to this sleepover with us! Tonight!" Parvati squealed.
"But, I can't..." she said, stammering, as she tried to lunge towards her book, that Lavender was skillfully pulling out of her slackened grip. "I need to study!"
"So does Padma," Parvati giggled. "you can study together."
It was perhaps a mark of how frazzled Hermione was getting, that she let herself get talked into this, even before the breakfast was done.
The girls wanted hairstyling today, and Hermione, with a sigh, told them - she was only slightly despondent - that her hair was simply impossible, unmanageable, and utterly horrid.
Padma said, "Do I smell a research project?"
For perhaps the first time since she'd come to Hogwarts, Parvati grinned at her twin. "Research Project!" They began to chant that to each other, and then started playing clapping games with each other, until they dissolved into great gouts of giggling.
Lavender and Hermione looked at each other quietly, as the other girls proceeded to act like they were about 10.
"Tell us about the latest love letters!" Lavender said, even as Padma and Parvati were scrambling up to go to the library. Hermione, who considered the letters... somewhat personal, scrambled up, and said, "When we get back!"
[a/n: skipping Luna and Draco interaction, as they're going to get down to it later in the week. What's it? RAFO.
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