August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter Twelve

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After a morning filled with Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, Robyn was looking forward to Transfiguration fifth period since they shared it with Slytherin. Her and Astoria had hurriedly compared timetables in passing and were disappointed to see they only had Transfiguration and History of Magic together. Well, they shared Xylomancy and Astronomy, too, but both of those classes were only once a week.

Lunch had just finished and she was making her way (well, she hoped she was going the right way) to Magical Theory which she shared with Gryffindor, after telling her siblings that there was no need to write home as their father had already stormed the school and thrown a tantrum in the Headmaster's office.

Neither of them seemed surprised at the fact. Nor did they say much about her re-sorting. She had a feeling they simply didn't know what to say. To be honest, she didn't really know either. But it was done now and there was nothing they could do about it. Dylan had reassured her that their father probably wouldn't follow through on his assertion that he would free Winnie, before being escorted away by Gunnar Rowle. Interesting. Lloyd had rolled his eyes at the mention of the house-elf.

"It's a servant. You're not supposed to be friends with it," he had said before splitting from her to head to his fourth period class.

She stood still where he had left and shook her head in disbelief. "'It'? So rude," she muttered, seemingly under her breath. But—

"What's rude?" Neville Longbottom was suddenly beside her. And behind him was Granger.

"Oh! Neville! Don't creep up on me like that. It's unbecoming for a gentleman, you know," she said in the exact same faux haughty voice she had used back at the Sacred Twenty-Eight Gala.

"Oh, please, won't you accept my sincerest apologies, Miss Rosier?" he replied with a pout.

She shook her head and tutted. "I should tell your grandmother. What would she have to say about this- this- delinquency!" she gasped.

"No! Not Gran! Anything but Gran!"

Granger had apparently had enough at this point as she cut in with a heavy frown. "Are you seriously going to tell his gran because he- what? Gave you a fright? You must be joking."

The amusement Robyn was feeling was quickly replaced by irritation. But she wouldn't interact with the girl, not this time. Non-engagement was how she decided she would handle Mudbloods as it seemed they were unavoidable. First Lana, now Granger. She wouldn't talk to them unless it was necessary.

"We are joking, Hermione!" Neville said in a friendly tone. Then he turned back to Robyn. "Ravenclaw? I was surprised I didn't hear a howler at breakfast. Or lunch. Will it be dinnertime?"

"Actually, the howler was delivered in person. At six o'clock this morning. In Dumbledore's office," she said with a sigh. She noticed Granger's eyes widen out the corner of her vision but paid attention to Neville who patted her shoulder consolingly.

"Sorry about that—"

"It's fine," she cut him off.

It was silent for a moment.

Then, "Well," Neville continued, "Hermione and I were heading to the common room. Forgot my Transfiguration book. Can you find your way to...wherever you're going?"

"Er- I think so—"

"I can show you!" Granger spoke suddenly.

Oh, great.