By the end of the week, both of her parents had heard her little trivia bits of phoenixes, dragons, and how the end of the Roman Empire signaled the start of the Dark Ages.
"What about that book?" Her father pointed to Western Tales.
"I still haven't started that one." Hermione said. Her mind was still buzzing from the two other books. Hermione was never one to indulge in childhood activities, but her parents saw her drawing the creatures she read about with painful accuracy.
Later that day, her mother returned and gave her a sketch pad and some drawing pencils, in an effort to cultivate a potential new hobby. Hermione beamed.
She would sketch her heart out and one time she just stared at her pad, hoping and begging mentally that her pictures would come to life. She swirled her hand above a drawing of a bunny and startled when her drawing took form and began to dash and float through her room.
"What the…?" Hermione wondered. This wasn't the first time things had been strange around. Sometimes her books would race to her hands from across the room, other times she would be able to summon a lick of blue flame.
That had led to a search of flames and their different properties. Blue flames tended to run hotter than their orange counterpart and meant that they had more oxygen, as well as having no carbon monoxide being emitted.
She flipped to another page of her pad and swirled her hand over the picture to see it come to life. A Phoenix burst out and began to fly in circles around her room, it was glimmering in a golden light. During both times she had felt a warmth in her chest, and she focused on it. And in a span of minutes, her room was full of mythical creatures flying, walking, prancing, and prowling. It was a child's dream zoo.
"So pretty!" Her room was a bright ball of light, a miniature star. That was the first instance that Hermione consciously used her magic, thus breaking the gateway and opening a metaphorical Pandora's box.
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Santa Clause: A man who is said to appear in the dead of night on the eve of Christmas Day to deliver presents to the children he has deemed 'nice'.
The rest of the page was more information on Santa. Most of the information was stuff Hermione already knew, the tale of Santa Clause being one of the most well known tales. There were all sorts of stories, stories about Samhain, Sleepy Hallow, Cupid, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and her personal favorite the Sandman.
A being who would go around spreading wonderful dreams to everyone via his flying cloud and golden sand. Hermione was logical, but she still had her child like tendencies. As such, her mother and father adored it when she gave in to said tendencies as they rarely ever saw it.
"I want to be like the Sandman!" Hermione would say every now and then. She would then show her mother her depiction of the Sandman to her mother. It really was a surprise that out of the three books the librarian recommended, the Western Tales quickly shot to being Hermione's favorite book. So much so that Hermione began to weep when she realized she had to return the book.
"We can pop to the book shop and buy it for you." Her father said and was promptly dragged to the car by his daughter.
That night, Hermione was seen with the biggest grin on her face. She even went to sleep with the book in her clutches, her version of a teddy bear.