August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter Nine

CW: child abuse kinda

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"Robyn?" A soft voice called to her. She couldn't tell if it was from her dream or real life. But then she felt herself being nudged ever so slightly and growled angrily in response. Whoever it was immediately took their hand off her shoulder.

"Oh, move over!" she heard a different voice now; she recognised the accent as Willow's. "Oi! Robyn! Time to get up, Hen!" her duvet was ripped from her. If this was how she was going to be woken up every day, well, she might need to start taking anger management classes.

"What on Earth could you possibly need at—" she glanced at the wall clock in her little pod, "six thirty in the morning?!" she snapped after violently turning towards the girls. Standing at her bedside were Willow and Olivia.

Olivia opened her mouth then looked towards the door. "Well...Penelope's here for you..."

Her sister's friend? "Penelope Fawley?" she frowned.

"Who? No—"

Willow took over, "Penelope Clearwater. The Prefect? Blonde hair? Sound familiar?" she didn't wait for Robyn to respond. "Good, go talk to her so we can go back to bed. I don't plan on heading to breakfast until quarter past eight at the latest. I need my beauty sleep!" She finished and stomped back to her bed. 'Yes, you really do,' Robyn thought cheekily. Olivia smiled softly and gestured with her head to the door.

"She's waiting for you out there."

"Thanks," Robyn muttered before heading to the door. She noticed Luna and Lana's curtains were still shut. How they could sleep through Willow's grating wake up call, she didn't know. She opened the door to see Penelope leaning against the wall. The girl looked up when she heard the door.

"Robyn, hi. Sorry for waking you so early, I'm sure you're tired. But Flitwick asked me to escort you to Professor Dumbledore's office ASAP..." she trailed off.

'What?!' she thought.

"What?!" she repeated out loud.

"Er, yeah..."

"What could I have possibly done already to- oh no," she cut herself off. She'd bet a million Galleons that her father had heard the news and somehow stormed into the school to murder her. She hoped Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen on school grounds at least. She'd be so embarrassed if he were to kill her in the middle of the Great Hall in front of everyone...

Penelope looked at her carefully then cleared her throat. "Right, well, you might want to change into your uniform first, yeah? Then we can head up there."

Robyn nodded robotically and returned to her dorm to change and brush her teeth as quickly as possible. Within minutes she was walking up the spiral stairs with Penelope.

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"Curly Wurly," Penelope spoke to the stone gargoyle at the entrance of Dumbledore's office, which then moved aside to reveal a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upwards. "Well, see you later. And good luck," the girl said before turning and most likely heading back to Ravenclaw common room. Breakfast didn't start until seven thirty, after all. They hadn't said much on the way there, just generic small talk. Robyn was too anxious to put any real effort into the conversation.

She took a deep breath and went up the stairs that led to a fancy door at the top, which she knocked on gingerly. The door swung open immediately and she was face to face with her father, who proceeded to grab her by the collar, yank her inside, then roughly let go of her. She stumbled and grabbed onto a table to stop her fall. She heard a loud squeaking noise but wasn't sure if she imagined it.