rabbit heart
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.
❝ Oh that’s quiet alright! Do you? I don’t believe I’ve met you before—- Have I?❞
"That’s not exactly what I am referring to,“ she explained, flashing a warm smile at the individual. "Oh, no, but you were in a book I read– that sounds awfully weird, doesn’t it? Perhaps it might be best if I simply say I am an admirer from afar.”
The Doctor stared at her, unbelieving. “Did you just say Hermione Granger— As in actual Hermione Granger— But, that- that doesn’t- but you’re not- but she’s- You’re kidding.”
She stared back at him, completely oblivious to what he was going on about. “Kidding? What makes you believe I would do that? We’ve only just met.”
“ ‘m not an idiot, Hermione. I can pass without your help, thanks.
— Wot’s the quiz on again?”
"If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t pass half of your classes. It’s not that you’re stupid, it’s that you’re lazy. You can’t expect to get anything done when all you do is either sleep, eat or chatter on about Quidditch.“
She sighed. Figures.
"How do you expect to pass when you don’t even know the subject?"
”–potions, Ronald.“
She wasn’t able to say anything for a good few minutes – well, it was just completely odd and nearly impossible to imagine – but she was most definitely looking at herself. Although herself seemed to be older, so in a way, it wasn’t her, but technically it was because–
oh, this was just too complicated to make sense of.
xheroineofoz started following you
“I do apologize – and I hope that you do not find this to be rude – but I can’t help but come to the conclusion that I know you.”
“—We’ve got a quiz?! Oh, two hours, alright. ‘m good.”
“Yes, Ronald, we have a quiz. Even though I woke you up two hours prior to it, chances of you passing are simply not high enough– unless you study with me.”
"Are you aware of the quiz that is in two hours and thirty-six minutes? Or have you just been simply dozing off while I have been studying?“
The Hufflepuff couldn’t sleep, it was like sleep was a boy she fancied and kept chasing after only to be repeatedly turned down. But unlike sleep boys were not essential for the human body to work properly — unfortunately sleep was. She yawned, having made her way to the kitchens, beginning to cook herself some brownies in a very muggle fashion. As she beat the batter together she heard a sound, stopping she stood as still as possible.“Who’s there?”
With her lit up wand, Hermione approached the kitchens where she heard sounds coming from. She was to not be out of bed, but in actuality, she had not gone to bed, not yet. She was on her way back, however the sounds had made her take a different turn– someone was out of bed, someone that was not supposed to be, she was certain of it.
When she approached the figure, all she could really see was robes, which confirmed her theory that it was a student. She cleared her throat when the other called out to her, confidently approaching them. “You’re not supposed to be out of bed, you know. It’s against the rules.”
❝ well, i read that its muc—- - ❞
and rapunzel is cut off by hermione’s voice; fingers
tapped on the quill, offering a small smile towards
the gryffindor. the blonde adjusts in her seat, letting
the soft fabric of the robe to flow freely beneath her.
purple and silver decorated rapunzel’s facade; she
was quite surprised that hermione granger seemed
to be conversing with her.❝ you’re not an idiot —- -
my name’s rapunzel. ❞
Making friends wasn’t her forte as most believed that she was simply a know-it-all, but it wasn’t something that really bothered her, at least not on the outside. It was much easier to bury her nose in a book rather than confront whatever ill feelings she had about the topic. But this girl seemed alright - at least she was not making fun of the muggleborn.
"I’m Hermione Granger.
You’re in Ravenclaw, I see. I wanted
to either be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor,
but it seems the sorting hat decided that for me.“
The blonde takes no offense, plucking the book up and passing it over. “Are you sure? I find when severity is building in regards to research, the very best thing to kick start the mind is a new perspective.”
Everyone was quite aware of this particular Ravenclaw’s unusual mindset and Hermione was no exception. Whilst listening in on gossip wasn’t her most preferred activity, one could not help it when you shared a sleeping corridors with girls who enjoyed that subject of sorts. “And what exactly are you referring to?”
