I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
“How do you even know I got cavities? I don’t even eat that much sugar. It doesn’t matter how long I gotta stay I don’t like goin’ in the first place.”
Carl near sneered at her. she didn’t know anything.
She couldn’t help it. She rolled her eyes at him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re completely impossible?”
“I eat apples…y’still gotta go to the dentists anyway, apples or not.”
She sighed. Boys were so dimwitted.
“Obviously. But if you ate more apples and less sugar, then you wouldn’t have as many cavities, thus meaning you wouldn’t have to stay at the dentist for long. The worst they would do is clean your teeth for you.”
Ron flashed his friend a grateful grin as her notes were passed over to him. He quickly dug into his bag, pulling out a quill and some parchment before getting started on scratching down a few notes. And sure, he may have been copying some of them down word for word, but only because they explained things in a manner that he understood.
“Thanks, ‘Mione. You’re a really great friend, y’know that? I’d be lost without you.”
She watched him for a moment but then turned her attention elsewhere – mainly back to her thoughts regarding Harry Potter. She was quite fascinated with him, but nearly the entire wizarding world felt the same. He had survived the darkest wizard’s unforgivable curse which rightfully caused him to constantly be the talk of the town, or so to speak.
She wondered what exactly was going to happen this year, if what Ron was true, that something was bound to happen. Part of her was interested in the adventure, but part of her was terribly worried for her new friend.
“I wonder if he’s going to be alright. Harry, I mean.”
Alba saluted the girl, grinning,” Aye Aye Cap’n.” She said mockingly, bringing all the dirty dishes to the sink. Tying her arm back she looked toward the younger student, so forthright and bossy for someone so young. She didn’t ever quite remember mimicking such behavior at that age. “Oh, I don’t have long to go anyway. I mean, the Hufflepuff commons is right by the kitchens, it’s you who should be worry about detours. What are you —-?” Alba squinted to read the emblem on her cloak.
“A Gryffindor is it?” She asked lightly, smiling a bit. “Gryffindor dormitories are quite a ways from here . . perhaps I could walk you once the brownies are finished? Then if we’re caught you could blame the whole excursion on me.”
“You’re welcome,” She said, picking up the other spatula and licking it herself. There was something inherently muggle about the girl, the way she all too quickly accepted Alba’s method of cooking and never once questioned why she wasn’t using magic for the job.
“Say, what’s your name anyway?”
The smaller witch nodded her head at the question; quite confident in her house and happily content with the sorting hat’s decision. “Yes, I am in Gryffindor. First, I thought to be in Ravenclaw, but deep down, I know that I would have enjoyed to be in Gryffindor. No offense, but it does seem like the best house to me.”
After she had finished licking the spoon, she moved over to the sink and set it aside for it to be washed, completely overlooking the fact that the girl turned to the muggle way of doing things. Perhaps it’s because she was completely used to it, having grown up with muggle parents. “Right, I completely forgot. I’m Hermione Granger. And you are?”
❝ i think everybody knows you. you’re the smartest witch in our year —- - it’s amazing. ❞
rapunzel lets a small sigh escape her lips, slowly placing the feathered-quill on top of the parchment, careful as to not let the ink scatter along its material. sometimes, the blonde ev- en wondered if the great hermione granger would ever talk or notice her. apparently, this was the perfect time.
❝ ididn’t mind to be sorted into anything except slyth- erin. it seems scary there. ❞
The compliments made the witch smile from nearly ear to ear. Despite what others seemed to have forgotten, she was merely a girl underneath all of the smarts.
After finishing fill in the answer, she turned to the girl once more with eyes lighting up - quite thrilled to have someone speak to her kindly - she was far too used to people talking behind her back.
“I agree. I don’t have it out for Slytherins, but they don’t seem to like me very much.”
She certainly liked to talk a lot. It was something he still hadn’t truly gotten used to, even if they’d been friends for over a year now. And people said he had no filter. Honestly.
“Look, Hermione, it’s Hogwarts. Something’s gonna happen, we both know it. And besides, we’ll make up the points when we beat Slytherin at Quidditch next week. It’ll be fine! Plus ‘m pretty sure he can’t take away fifty points for failing a quiz when you only lost five for going after a troll.”
The probability of her winning an argument against Ronald Weasley was slim to none, mainly because both were equally stubborn, no matter the topic. Still, perhaps he had a point regarding Snape’s abilities to knock off such a high amount of points for failing a test - not that she would admit to that out loud.
But, there was something that she agreed on - reluctantly, of course. If she had learned anything from last year, it was most likely true that there would be something happening this year. Though she wasn’t positive as to what, the lingering ‘what if’ did not seem to leave her.
However, even with this knowledge, they still needed to do what they came here for and that was to learn. No matter how many dark wizards and witches, their education was still quite important. With her notes, she slid them toward the redhead, quite content with herself as she read them over. “You are not aloud to copy it word for word, Ronald. This is merely an aid.”
The brunette took the girl’s hand and gently shook it. ❝ You too, Hermione. My name’s Dorothy Gale. ❞ The other introduces herself, rather excited that she’s made a new friend—— She’s been getting herself into some trouble lately, wandering off, loosing Toto , causing her to be in a rather gloomy mood. But now, she’s feeling much happier.
“I can’t help but notice something. Are you feeling alright?” The smaller female asked, retracting her hand once the shake was finished. She knew about the story – the wizard of oz – and was quite familiar with what happened. “Not to sound overbearing since we’ve just met, but I am curious to know if things are going alright for you.”
He tried to hide the triumphant smirk that spread across his face, hiding his mouth against his sleeve as she moved to sit next to him. Maybe he should have been a Slytherin, because it was extremely easy sometimes to convince Hermione to help him.
“Oh, c’mon Hermione, we weren’t supposed to win last year either but then we did coz of me and you and Harry. And Neville, even! ‘m sure me failing one lousy quiz isn’t gonna put us out of the running.”
She looked at him – clearly he didn’t pay attention in lessons. “Professor Snape is not someone to be messed with. Did you see what he did to that poor girl last week in Hufflepuff? Honestly, I was convinced she was going to flood the whole room with how much she ended up crying– and that was for simply talking out during class. Now imagine if you failed his quiz. He doesn’t even give Slytherins the benefit of the doubt - which frankly, I don’t blame him as they can mostly be quite ghastly to deal with, but still.”
She paused, allowing herself to take a few deep breaths. She had rambled on quite a bit there and completely forgot to breathe.
“Point is, you shouldn’t expect something extradanariy to happen again to earn those points. If Snape takes away fifty from you because you’re sleeping during class, then I am certain we’ll be doomed.”
