They say devil is a little red man with horns and a tail, but they never heard of Hermione Saltzman.
Hermione is a 'normal' teenager living in Beacon Hills. With her little friend group and friends she loves. The father she would always want. That...
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❝𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐭. ❞
⇢𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟏, 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟑⇠
╰┈➤ Deep in the woods, you could hear children laugh. It was a laugh of happiness. The one you would smile at yourself. It was a melody to your ears. Birds were chirping and leaves were rustling. The wind danced around, making leaves fly and dance with the wind. The sky was a light gray color without a sun. It meant that it was going to rain soon.
When you follow the laughter you'll see a little girl who had a cute black dress. She had a blue denim jacket on herself so she wasn't as cold. The person next to her was years older. They looked similar. If someone saw them for the first time they will say immediately that they are related. He looked like her father.
"Hermione, please. You have to focus. Your powers could get out of control when you get older." The blue-eyed man watched the little girl play around, following the butterfly.
"I want to catch the butterfly, Dad." The little girl chirped and followed the blue-colored butterfly that was still trying to escape. The man shook his head at his daughter and chuckled.
"Wait. I can teach you a spell so the butterfly stops flying. You just have to be calm while doing so." The ginger girl stopped running and watched as the butterfly continued to fly in the circle for some weird reason. It was like it wanted to be caught.
"Come here." The little girl listened to her father and stood next to him. The man sighed out of relief that his daughter finally listened to him for once. Hermione was a wild little kid.
"Now, listen to me carefully. Focus on that butterfly. When you do that, say these words out loud or to yourself. Whichever you want, it will work. Stopisasis. Now do it."
Hermione followed every step her father had told her to do. She focused on the butterfly and followed every move it made. Their beautiful blue wings gave beauty to the nature around them, even if it was a tiny creature.
There was a pause after the girl said the words. Suddenly, the butterfly stopped and it started to float in the air. The man slightly smiled feeling proud of his daughter. Now learning that the only way to teach her how to control her magic is with things she loves and adores. They happen to be little beautiful and peaceful creatures.
Hermione started jumping up and down, happy that she made it. The girl then ran towards the butterfly and started to explore how it was just floating in the air. How it didn't fall to the ground. It was fascinating to the girl as she paid attention to it.
