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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

The Great Hall fell silent and the atmosphere remained tense, no matter how much the people from the future tried to lighten it.

"All will be explained later if necessary. Now, who would like to continue reading?" Adhara asked, taking the book in her hands. "I think we have time for one or two more chapters before lunch."

"Give it to me," asked Haruka, taking the book with a smile. "Chapter twelve: The lioness and the serpent. Sounds nice," he nodded before continuing. "Hermione Jean Granger was one of the best witches academically in her year, but that wasn't enough for her. She had to be the best, she had to be the best, and to do that she had to surpass Adhara.

At first, on the train, she thought they could be good friends, but as the days went by she saw that they wouldn't. Adhara Slora didn't take classes seriously, she didn't make an effort, and yet she still got good marks and everyone respected her, even though she saw them as if they were just insects."

"Well, you could look at it that way," Adhara commented, nodding with amusement at that description.

She didn't seem to take what Haruka read seriously, though Hermione looked guilty about it.

Hermione detested that kind of people more than anything else, the ones who were born with everything and didn't have to work for anything. A compliment? Just by breathing, Adhara seemed to get it easily. She hated that.

At least her brother, Lucien showed his commitment to his classes and didn't fall asleep in any of them, unlike his sister who —from what she'd heard— slept through as many as she could or missed them altogether.

Hermione Jean Granger came from a family that had worked in the medical field for generations, all of her relatives worked in the medical field in one way or another. Her parents were dentists, her uncles and aunts were doctors specialising in one branch, and her cousins were either already working in the same field as their parents or were thinking of pursuing a similar career.

In any case, they seemed to have a clear idea of which path to choose, quite the opposite of Hermione. Even if her grades in primary school were on a par with her cousins, she didn't know what she wanted to do when she grew up, and that doubt seemed to disappoint her parents. One sleepless night she could hear them whisper that she could at least say she wanted to study something related to medicine, but instead she just kept quiet and shrugged her shoulders.

"Ah, the expectations..." almost everyone mumbled, they were not good, and even less so if they were accompanied by comparisons.

She wasn't even sure if the news of being a witch brought her joy or more pressure than she already had. Now everyone in her family expected her to graduate from Hogwarts with honours and study to be a mediwitch or a healer, and they kept claiming that this was the reason she hadn't decided on a profession yet, because her magic was whispering that she should be a mediwitch or a healer without knowing it.