𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈-𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 - hermione granger

- 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

HARRY AND RON WERE ALSO sorted into the house of Gryffindor, which made Andrea light up into streams of golden. She couldn't quite believe it just yet, and reality had a long while to set in still. The entire evening felt like a fever dream, like she wasn't really there. She'd never met so many people in her life before, and all the Gryffindors were ever so lovely — even Percy Weasley, who was already giving out revision notes. Drea hadn't even begun thinking about classes yet, nevermind exams!

The feast was undeniably magnificent, easily the greatest meal Drea's stomach had ever come across. There was so much, and she couldn't afford to get full until she'd tasted every single thing on the menu. The turkey was by far her favourite — the spices and the meat and the heat made it taste exactly like Christmas, and it was still just September. Then, of course, there was the fine-tasting gravy, which tasted like an angel had kissed her. And she couldn't forget about how amazing those vegetables were cooked.

Ron, of course, refused to eat any of his greens, even when his older brother, Percy, shouted at him — meanwhile, the twins, Fred and George, laughed and played with his food. Drea quite liked the Weasleys; they were a funny bunch. And they all had the exact same hair colour. Andrea often wished she had siblings. Maybe then, she wouldn't have been so lonely growing up. Hagrid and the animals were great company, but she always felt like there was something missing.

"I'm half and half," Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor in their year, stated in his strong Irish accent. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out."

The blonde girl chuckled, her mouth full of pigs in blankets. "I could eat this every day of my life," she said, then moved on to tear apart a Yorkshire pudding with her teeth.

Dean Thomas, another first year, whom Drea met already, nodded. "Yeah, me too," he said. "Both my parents are Muggles. It was dead strange when they got the letter. Thought it was a prank or something. Nearly went to the police."

"Both mine are magic," Neville Longbottom said. "Live with Nana, though." He turned to his right to face the girl. "What about you, Drea?"

Swallowing down her food, she shrugged. "Mum's a half-blood, I think," she answered, her expression puzzled. "I'm not sure, actually, I dunno."

"Why don't you ask her, then?" Seamus questioned.

Drea nodded, face falling slightly. "Yeah, good idea."

She went quiet for a long moment, as she often did when her mood shifted, and allowed every conversation going on to fly past her head. Soon enough, the world zoomed out and she was trapped behind a bubble of complete silence. She knew she was around hundreds of people, but she couldn't sense a soul a million miles away. A few moments later, the blonde girl started to feel tried, and so she yawned, but her ears only waved slightly to hear it. It felt like being stuck under water, when all the sound around you gets sucked away and drowned out by the waves, and then...POP! It all comes back in a flash.

"Drea?" She flinched and looked up, seeing Ron leaning back on the bench to see her, with Harry opposite him. "Sit over here with us!We made room."

Grinning and going back to normal, Andrea jumped up from her seat and went to sit with her two best friends, who she'd only met five hours ago.

On her other side was Hermione Granger. The girl was deeply engrossed in a story Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell were telling her about one of the professors. Already, she was talking about work and classes and extracurriculars, and all that boring stuff. She shot Drea a short smile when she sat down, which she kindly returned.

"She's mental," Ron told her, shaking his head with wide eyes. "Already making homework timetables, the lunatic is."

Harry and Andrea laughed at him, both shaking their heads. "I cannot wait to sleep tonight," the girl stated. "I'll bet I can see my other room from our window. Oh, wait. We won't be in the same room! What a shame! I guess it's smart, though, since you know...boys and girls shouldn't share rooms at our age. I think it's illegal, actually. But I bet our beds are so comfy and our quilts are like —"