When Hermione Fights

The Sensei

The Sensei

Just before seven, my love-rending alarm clock rang again and again and took me out of my well-earned, but far too short sleep. But as a result of how smoothly everything had been, I happily went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. Then I tied my hair to a ponytail to get myself ready to run. In the end, I took another quick look at the two potions which were steeping. Everything okay, fantastic.

I put on a pair of trousers and a t-shirt, my sneakers, and ran down the stairs, out of the door, and into a good jogging pace to our nearby park, where I could turn my rounds. An hour later, I hated myself a lot! Did I ever say I could not stand myself? Okay, here again, a memo to me: I just do not particularly like myself today. I had a crimson head that was close to the explosion and barely got any air with my burning lungs. Crap! Each breath burned without end. Had I already said that I had stupid ideas? Actually, yes I did.

These were the thoughts that went through my head as I opened the door to our house feeling like a pile of misery. Fortunately, it was not so hot in summer, despite the fact that I sweated. I was standing in the hall, panting, just like a poor old steam-engine. Mum and Dad immediately came out of the kitchen to see me, but I couldn't speak. So I only waved at them, exhausted, and was allowed to look into their laughing faces, went to the stairs and pulled myself up, incredibly unelegant, almost crawling, and heaved myself into the shower.

Man, it did well as the lukewarm water ran down my body and massaged my muscles. Then I rubbed myself with a healing ointment, which relaxed my muscles and left only a slight pain in the tissue, but no soreness. I also had the advantages of being a witch.

Oh Goddess, thanks for the magic! I would not have been able to move for a week. My muscles were totally overused (?). I dressed up accordingly to the wonderful summer day, with a spaghetti top and short jeans. Now there was only one thing to do before I could devote myself to breakfast. I rushed to my cupboard and carried a shrunken kettle out of it, which I moved into the bathroom and enlarged there with a charm. The ingredients for the skele wax I had already prepared during the night before. The potion was quickly set and had to simmer for 24 hours with moderate heat supply before I had to add chopped burdock roots. Then stir five times in a clockwise direction and simmer for an additional eight hours.

I allowed myself a satisfied sigh, stretching the still slightly aching limbs before I left my room. Down in the kitchen, my coffee was waiting for me, and I drank thirstily. I was already better, but I still was knocked out.

"Oh dear, how was it? You looked very engaged when you came back," Mum said diplomatically, and Dad nodded approvingly. Yes, I can kid myself, I looked finished, but they always expressed themselves like that.

"It was okay, just unaccustomed, but I'll be alright. You must leave soon, right?" I asked and again drank from my coffee.

"Uh yes, just bring me your registration with your coach tonight. I'll make the payments to him then!" Dad pointed out.

I looked at him with pleasure, glad that he supported me in this, that felt well.

"Alright, and thank you! I wish you a beautiful day," I said to them, really glad that everything went so smoothly and shortly afterward I was alone again and so I devoted myself to my varied tasks. Once again I took a look at the skele wax. It looked really good. It was a relatively easy potion for me, but time-consuming. Next, I headed for the martial arts center with a bag, my sportswear inside, the bag slung over my shoulder.

I entered the school at about ten o'clock and looked around attentively. The room presented minimalist, puristic in black, red and white, as Japan Chic I would describe the ambiance. A young, Asian-looking man, whom I estimated for 25 years, stood with an open facial expression behind the reception bar.