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A young boy's led by his father down a busy street on the Upper East Side. A large lollipop clutched tight in his small fist. As they pass a fruit stand, a large bright red apple levitates into the air, bobbing along beside the boy as they walk. He follow its path with his eyes full of wonder, watching as a large bite is taken from the apple, an audible crunch filling the air. The boys smile fades, a pout gracing his lips as his lollipop is snatched from his hand by an invisible force.
Along the skyline a little ways away in the distance a thin blue tale slithers inside a small attic. The roof shakes, tiles falling the structure settles once more.
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I really should be leaving-Though it's not as though I have any place to go... A broken time turner, 1926, New York City... Time Turners haven't even been invented yet! Even more to the point, the research into time magic hasn't even begun! Hermione has a one sided, mental argument with herself as she watches the scene play out before her.
After disapparating away from Mr. Kowalski's apartment, the ragtag group of four made their way to Ms. Goldstein's apartment, a small apartment filled with magic in the middle of New York, where they then met Tina's younger sister, Queenie.
Queenie Goldstein, a beautiful young woman about Hermione's age, only an inch or two taller, with perfectly styled strawberry blonde hair, fair skin and stunning pair of greyish green eyes.
Which brings us to the the current predicament.
Trapped. Hermione stands in the middle of the room unsure of what to do, her eyes dancing from one person to the next.
Displaced in time. Newt looks out the window, eyes searching, as if in a hurry to leave.
Lost. Suddenly Jacob stumbles sweat coating his skin, clearly unwell. The motion catches the eye of all the rooms occupants. Queenie rushes to him, Tina hovering in the background as he falls onto the sofa.
"You need to sit down, honey." Queenie intones in a sweet voice before continuing her stare steady and soft on Jacobs sweating, shaking form.
"Hey-he hasn't eaten all day. And-aw, that's rough,-he didn't get the money he wanted for his bakery. You bake, honey? I love to cook." She carries on as though having a conversation with herself.
Odd. Hermione furrows her brow staring at the woman, her curiosity roused.
Queenie holds the attention of the room and this time for something more than her beauty or state of dress. Newt turns from the window his interest piqued.
"You're a Legilimens?" He asks, though it's really more of a statement.
Bugger! A quiet gasp escapes Hermione's lips, the pieces clicking into place. A feeling of dread overwhelming her senses. Luckily none of the rooms occupants pay her any mind.
"Uh-huh, yeah. But I always have trouble with your kind. Brits. It's the accent." She supplies looking from Newt to Hermione in turn before focusing her attention once more on Jacob.
Though the expression on her face betrays nothing, Hermione's palms begin to sweat, her mind racing. Now, once again unnoticed by the room she begins to slowly inch her way towards the door.
Thrown backwards in time, a head full of knowledge, sensitive knowledge. Knowledge that pertains to the future and suddenly trapped in a room with a skilled Legilimens-Could this day get any worse!? Her mind practically screams.
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The Witch That Time Forgot | Newtmione ✔️
Fiksi Penggemar"Bad things happen to wizards who meddle with time" At least that's what Hermione Granger has always been told. However, what if the fate's had another plan for you? Would you take the chance? A chance at the life you were always meant to live? (Maj...
