A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome back to another fic :) I was originally going to write a thing using the prompt of "How can I help you" as a story of Hogwarts being turned into an RPG, but when I finished writing my summary of it, I was already about 3,000 words in, and I knew that wouldn't fly with a drabble's limits being 1k.

So I went through the prompt list again, and low and behold, this current prompt is one that jumped out at me and shook me so hard, this piece was written in two sprints (one before my dentist appointment, the other after). I hope you enjoy this, as I'm hoping I can also start my own children's book series (however faaaaaar off that may be lol! )

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

For britpickers, please note that when I mention 'preschool', I do mean the British equivalent of American Kindergarten, for kids ages 4 years old and 5 years old.

This one is for Round 2 of The Houses Competition, where I'm in Ravenclaw House and writing for Potions. This competition, we have to write a drabble (500-1000 words) as well as a standard (1000-3000 words). This fic is the Drabble of the two. Prompts are listed below.

Thank you kindly to Bellwhether, HadrianPeverellBlack, and Bea Writes for the beta!

Word Count: 733

Disclaimers/Warnings: None

Summary: Muggle!AU; Hermione reads her newest children's book to Luna's preschool class.

Prompts:

The Houses Competition Y10 R2

[First Line] The sun was setting, and I couldn't wait to get home.

"Ophelia Ostrich"

"'The sun was setting, and I couldn't wait to get home,'" Hermione read from the storybook, a litany of children sprawled on the crawl rug before her. She sat in a too-tiny chair in the preschool class her friend Luna taught, holding up her latest children's book called Ophelia Ostrich and the Silly Skateboard. It was the tenth in an ongoing series of children's books all about a baby Ostrich named Ophelia that found herself having crazy, but believable, adventures.

Surprisingly enough, despite not having little ones of her own, Hermione had found her niche amongst writing academic papers and theses on neurobiology when she came up with a children's bedtime story on the spot for her honorary nephews James and Albus. Her brother in all but blood had recorded her story–the story that had been completely made up off the top of her head and yet still made sense to a five and three year old–and practically strong armed her into partnering with their old classmate, Dean Thomas, in order to turn her story into a children's book. She had, if only so Harry and Ginny could read to their children when Hermione couldn't.

And the rest was history.

Writing children's books had been therapeutic for her, something low-stress and comforting as she stressed about earning the next grant for her medical research. Hermione dedicated her first and second books to her nephews James and Albus. Books three and four had added on the name of her honorary nephew Teddy. Her fifth, sixth, and seventh books added to the dedication page nieces Victoire and Dominique, nephew Freddy Jr, Luna's twins Lorcan and Lysander, and the youngest three children of the Weasley family the time that trio of books had come out, Molly Jr, Louis, and Lily. Books eight and nine included Lucy and Roxanne's names. This latest book, book ten in the series, had a whole laundry list of all of the children that had inspired this series, now including Ron and Lavender's newly born twins, Rose and Hugo, who just turned two months old last week.

"'A skateboard sat against the wall of the red brick building. A helmet sat next to it. The helmet looked to be the perfect size for a young Ostrich like me!' So, children, what do you think Ophelia will do next?" Hermione asked, pulling the book close to her chest to hide the next part, a smile dancing on her lips as the kids raised their hands, waiting for her to call on them.

"Good job raising your hands, kids!" Luna praised from her place at her desk. A few kids beamed back at the blonde as Hermione started picking on kids to offer up their thoughts.

"She's gonna take the helmet!"

"Is she gonn' try to ride the skateboard?" one of the kids asked. Hermione's grin widened before she flourished the book so Dean's amazing artistry faced the kids.

"'The skateboard was covered with silly stickers, and so was the helmet!'" Hermione continued reading. "'I thought, it's not yet suppertime. I can stay out a little while longer! Mama isn't looking for me right now, so I have time to try out the skateboard!'" Hermione turned the page of the book to show a picture of Ophelia the Ostrich standing on the skateboard, the helmet on her head, the chin strap secured. Several children giggled at the image.

"'I put on the helmet and buckled the chin strap. The helmet fit perfectly, like it was made for me! I then set the skateboard on the ground and put one foot on it. It rolled quickly, and I grinned at the thought of how fast it could go.'" Hermione continued to read the book to the gaggle of five year olds, who gasped and shrieked with laughter in all of the right spots. Once Hermione had set the book down and they had gone over questions and stories the children had about her latest book, Hermione asked the children a very important question.

"What do you think Ophelia will get up to next?"

And as Hermione wrote down every single idea a child had, no matter how weird or repetitious it was, she made sure to write down their name next to their answer. Her dedication page for book eleven was going to be massive, but she couldn't wait to write stories for these children.