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Chapter 2:
"How curious," Hermione found herself thinking as she gazed down at page after page of spidery handwriting that was swirling around on the thick cream pages of the book she was currently holding. The script, while difficult to read, seemed to be spelling out various proverbs, spells, and random sentences in Latin. Glancing over the pages Hermione caught sight of "Ab Falso quod libet" before it slithered off the page right next to a series of "Prophetiae" spells and something that looked suspiciously like a grocery list. Interested in what sort of book would contain such a random assortment of articles Hermione hastily flipped to the first page only to find it completely blank with the exception of a small illustration of a rose and the name "Myrrdin" in the upper right-hand corner. The petals of the flower appeared so real that Hermione found herself compelled to bring her fingers to the page. The petals seemed even more amazing after she'd lightly brushed them a few times appreciating the illustrations clear attention to detail.
"I wonder how the illustrator got this rose to look so realistic. It must be some sort of spell…I must remember to look this one up and share it with Ron before he gives Lavender her birthday present next week…" Distracted by thoughts concerning her best friend and his overly-exuberant girlfriend Hermione completely failed to notice the fact that the rose which she had begun stroking many minutes before was undergoing some sort of metamorphosis.
"I mean he really did try to pick out a heartfelt gift for her. It isn't HIS fault that he can't understand why a signed Chudley Canon's quaffle isn't the romantic gift that most women fantasize about getting…" Hermione continued pondering as the rose illustration grew to cover the entire page and then began to impinge upon the space surrounding the small book. Had Hermione been paying attention she might have been extremely interested in whatever enlargement charm the illustration had been put under since the rose really seemed to be under a masterful enchantment.
"Ron simply isn't Harry. I mean look at what a gentleman Harry is around Ginny all the time. You'd think she was the princess of Monaco by the way he treats her...but no matter how many times I tell Ron to chew with his mouth full he never listens! You'd think that he would have taken a page from one of Gilderoy Lockhart's old books about charming witches and having a smile that could win Witch Weekly's best smile contest…" The rose had now begun to change from its original pink and red hue to a wavy sort of transparent color as Hermione continued to contemplate her best friends' love lives. Hermione was so busy pondering the various ups and downs of Ron and Lavender's romance that she didn't even notice when a faint peach-colored light began to surround her. In fact, it wasn't until Hermione felt her stomach clinch in the you're-about-to-apparate-and-didn't-realize-it manner that she noticed that something was wrong. She hurriedly glanced up only to see the now enormous multicolored blob that was once a rose spilling over her lap as the rest of the library was filled with even more surreal peach-colored light. Nervously Hermione began to glance around the room when, to her horror, she realized that some of the library furniture was beginning to fade out. The last thing she noticed before she blacked out was the overpowering smell of lemons.