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Well.. super short chapter soz! But it does mean 4 will be up quicker. Wanted a new chapter per change of view but don't think that's gona work out so well. Any ways, Enjoy! (and REVIEW)

After having lunch out on the terrace and then lingering there in hopes the artist would appear in search of their book, Hermione went inside to get some work done. Two hours later and she had gotten nowhere. Clearly, her mind was elsewhere! Deciding it was a lost cause, she went in to the lounge grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass off the side as she went. She decided to relax and unwind on the comfy sofa listing to some gentle music. Closing her eyes and sipping her wine, she let the soothing tones wash over her. After a while, her thoughts once again drifted to the sketches. She opened her eyes and there was the book on the little table. She stood up abruptly.

"I'm sure that's not where I put it," she thought aloud.

"In fact, that's definitely not where I put it!"

Looking over to the table by the front door, she knew for a fact, that's where she had left the book.

In easy reach for when someone calls for it! She thought. So then how is now over here?

Downing the rest of the wine in her glass, she abruptly sat down and poured herself another. This hadn't happened to her in a long time! Over the years, when she was growing up, she noticed odd things happened around her. She would always chalk them up to coincident or blame it on an overactive imagination. It was not until she was older, she could almost feel it was her doing these things. Just little things when she was little, like being able to reach something she really should not have been able to reach, almost like it had just fallen in to her grasp, or when she was writing and the pencil nib would snap, she would see it snap, and hear it snap, but then it would be whole again, like it never happened, except for the mark of pencil on the paper it had created when it snapped! One time she got caught out in the rain, an umbrella just appeared in her hand! That one shook her up the most. She kept that umbrella! it was in the boot of her car but she never used it again, she just kept it. Hermione didn't believe in magic, there was always a logical explanation, for everything! Except for the few that logic couldn't explain away, those ones she blamed on the wine!

Clearly, she was overtired. She looked at her unfinished bottle of wine, made a point of picking up the book and putting it on the table by the front door and retired to her bedroom for some clearly much needed rest!

Sleep soon came to her, her mind misty from the wine, it kept drifting to the pictures she saw in the book, the little gnomes and that beautiful winged ball. She drifted off with a smile playing her lips.

The next morning Hermione awoke with a start. Something had woke her up. Sitting up, she listened but all was quiet. She looked at the mantel clock and it was just hitting 7am, stretching, she looked to her night stand and froze mid-stretch. There, on the night stand, bold as brass, was the book. that bloody book! How the hell did it get there? Reaching a hand out, she tentatively touched the book, then picked it up, then put it down again.

"Ignore it, just ignore it and it will go away," she said to herself.

Jumping up, she hurried to the bathroom to shower hoping the book would not be there when she emerged and that she was not going crazy!

After having a shower and drying her hair, she dressed for the day and emerged from the bathroom. Her eyes were drawn instantly to the nightstand, thank god, it's not there, she sighed in relief, then screamed out loud as she saw it lying on the bed open! Oh god, oh god!

She paced the room not wanting to go near the damnable thing. Slowly, as her heart rate went back to something more normal, she felt her eyes being drawn to the open page, it was as if it was calling to her. She almost had no control over it, the need to look was overwhelming. Taking a few steps closer to the bed, she tried to lean up and over to have a look without getting any closer. It was no good, she stormed over, fear be dammed and snatched the book up, her breath caught in her throat. There, drawn across two pages, was the most realistic picture of a beautiful castle, with foreground and background and everything! She was mesmerized by this picture, how did she not see it before whilst flicking through the book? Wondering what other pictures she may have missed, she carried the book out to the kitchen where she put on a pot of tea, sat down at the counter, and looked at every page within.

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