Post by theliontamer♥ on Jul 20, 2006 17:15:47 GMT -8
A book was balanced in one slender, pale hand and a bushy orange feline rubbed insistently against the other. The female obliged, her delicate fingers running down his back, her barely there nails scratching the spot behind his ears. Just like he liked it.
As usual, Miss Hermione Granger, now a seventeen year old Seventh Year, had her hands full. A green sweater zipped halfway up her abdomen, revealing the the light pink ribbed tank underneath. The sweater's neatly folded collar bore the gleaming badge that gave her undeniable and well earned power. Though for once she didn't seem hurried, worried, or simply frenzied out of her mind. She was on time--her parents hadn't insisted on keeping her for hours this year.
Then again she wasn't quite telling them about how much danger they were possibly facing. All for the best, she presumed, her thoughts wandering far too much for her to continue reading. With a resigned sigh, the teen set down her book and instead let the excitement of returning to school overcome her. She stood, leaving her flatfaced but intelligent pet, by the name of Crookshanks, to curl up in her seat.
Her fingers ran through her usually unruly brunette curls as she fought to untangle small chunks. She had improved her skills at straightening charms and found herself occasionally using them to create more manageable hair--and often a better overall look. The brown-eyed female hadn't fallen to what she called the "evils of make-up" over this summer either; instead she had a natural beauty about her, accented only by a small amount of lipgloss that was actually more of a chapstick. But then again, who needed to know that? A pin proudly proclaiming the name SPEW gleamed as she adjusted her shoulder bag, proving that she was indeed the same old Hermione, just a little bit more grown up.
As usual, Miss Hermione Granger, now a seventeen year old Seventh Year, had her hands full. A green sweater zipped halfway up her abdomen, revealing the the light pink ribbed tank underneath. The sweater's neatly folded collar bore the gleaming badge that gave her undeniable and well earned power. Though for once she didn't seem hurried, worried, or simply frenzied out of her mind. She was on time--her parents hadn't insisted on keeping her for hours this year.
Then again she wasn't quite telling them about how much danger they were possibly facing. All for the best, she presumed, her thoughts wandering far too much for her to continue reading. With a resigned sigh, the teen set down her book and instead let the excitement of returning to school overcome her. She stood, leaving her flatfaced but intelligent pet, by the name of Crookshanks, to curl up in her seat.
Her fingers ran through her usually unruly brunette curls as she fought to untangle small chunks. She had improved her skills at straightening charms and found herself occasionally using them to create more manageable hair--and often a better overall look. The brown-eyed female hadn't fallen to what she called the "evils of make-up" over this summer either; instead she had a natural beauty about her, accented only by a small amount of lipgloss that was actually more of a chapstick. But then again, who needed to know that? A pin proudly proclaiming the name SPEW gleamed as she adjusted her shoulder bag, proving that she was indeed the same old Hermione, just a little bit more grown up.