Myth & Magic

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Hermione POV

After breakfast I head off to Second Year Transfiguration.

Obviously it's not my class but Professor Mcgonagall specifically asked me to be a demonstration for the students, and of course, no surprise, I said yes.

I decide to get there early rather than do a quick detour to the library no matter how tempting it is.

Because I don't need someone to tell me that once I enter the place of books and silence, I can never be pulled out against my will.

So there.

Pushing open the doors to see the Professor/Headmistress and the otherwise empty room, I walk over to her desk.

She looks up smiling.

"Ah, Miss Granger. Decided to get here early?"

"Yes." I nod.

"Well, you can sit here."

She gestures to a chair next to the chalkboard and I oblige.

Soon enough, second years starts filing in one-by-one into the classroom, taking their seats and pulling out their wands.

I do the same and pull out me wand from where ive been keeping it in my pocket.

I always carry my wand everywhere now, whereas before I only took it for lessons and if I had to.

Laughter and chatter fills the room, the loudest being from Olivia Maher and Erin Moore, Hufflepuffs.

I look at Olivia and take a good look at her.

She's a short but pretty girl with a longish heart shaped face and pale yet fair skin. Her eyes are light and pale blue, almost grey and she has long brown hair in a ponytail, slightly blonde at the end. She has this smart and slightly competitive look in her eyes but good-natured.

Turning my attention away I look over at Erin, her friend apparently.

She's average height and has a round face and fair skin. Her eyes are blue, but more a mix of green and grey as well and there are lighter cracks that remind me of lightning. Her hair is shoulder length and tawny coloured and she seems kind.

Olivia is leaning on her chair when she almost looses her balance, grabbing the desk while Erin laughs at her.

"Oh stop it." She huffs

Erin continues to laugh when she decides to start mocking her, leaning backwards on her chair.

I watch as Maher rolls her eyes when Moore falls off her chair herself, leaving her friend to laugh at her.

I hold back a smile as I watch the 2 fiends playing around, reminding me slightly of when Harry, Ron and I were younger.

"Good morning second years."