The American Enigma

Class Time

Y/N POV

I awoke the following morning and went to take care of my usual routine. Glancing a clock, I groaned. Shade let out an amused meow at the fact that I was up at six.

"Shut it cat. You're up as well." Arguing with a cat. There's a reason I don't like waking up this early. Grabbing one of my favorite Sir Arthur Conan Doyle book, The Sign of Four, I made my way downstairs to read it.

Sherlock Holmes has always been one of my favorite characters. The way he could piece things together was amazing. And how he seemed to have a handle on how to deal with certain situations.

But the most impressive thing to me was how Irene Adler seemed to break through his shell. He was never interested in any relationship until she waltzed into his life. Or, more accurately, out of his life. A case that changed him. Then, of course, the Reichenbach Falls fight with Moriarty. Perhaps he used those years to reunite with her?

All it did was make me wonder if someone would be able to do the same for me, or am I just a hopeless romantic?

"Books always make the relationships mean more as they form." I mumbled, remembering my time in Chicago schools. The amount of fights I saw had to be in the triple digits, and I had learned how to fight myself. It gave me something to do that didn't involve using any magic.

"Y/N?" Hermione yawned, drawing my attention to the bushy haired girl. She was already in her uniform, with a smile plastered on her face. Those chocolate brown eyes holding nothing but excitement. In her hands were a book from Ernest Hemingway titled A Farewell to Arms. It was an interesting book, but I prefer mysteries.

"Morning. How'd you sleep?" I smiled at her.

"Fine. How about you?"

"Truthfully? Not as good as I wanted to."

"Why not?" She tilted her head inquiringly.

"Because I'm scared." I admit. "Before, I could always talk to my mom and dad when I got scared. Now I've just got grandpa. He's good for advice, but I always feel like a burden when I ask him for help."

"You're not a burden." She scolded, making me give her a wry smile. "You've got me here as well. I'm willing to help you, and I'm sure that Harry and Ron would say the same thing." Shade climbed up to my shoulder and rubbed his head against my cheek. Gently reminding me that he was also there for me.

"Thanks, Hermione."

"You're welcome, Y/N." She surprised me with a hug, making me go red. She released it, and Shade jumped on to her shoulder, giving me a teasing grin. Hermione cooed at the black cat and scratched him under his chin. He just purred contently. She sat next to me on the couch and opened her own book.

I returned to my book, reaching chapter six before my eyes were drawn back to my friend. She had switched out A Farewell to Arms for a school book.

"'Mione, why'd you change to a school book?"

"Because I'd like to make sure I was ahead on things before going down to breakfast." She smiled sweetly at me. There was something about her that just draws me in.

"Let me get changed and we'll go to breakfast. Okay?" I offered, noticing that it was going on seven thirty. Which meant that we'd have a good half hour of studying at the very least. While I was busy getting changed, however, Shade showed his unyielding loyalty to me.

By curling up on Hermione's lap and using his paw to wave goodbye to me.

Out of every cat in existence, I get the one who is sardonic.