Hermione's not quite in the mood to go visiting campfires right now, so instead she's sitting on her bed, reading today's (well, in June 1996 today) Daily Prophet and occasionally looking up at the chicken book thing perched on the wall between the alcoves. It's hanging over on her side just a little, trying to peck at the wall.

"If you fall, it's your own fault," Hermione says, and goes back to the paper. Not that she's glad for a little bit of Fandom normalcy or anything.

[Open if you want.]
Hermione's having another really bad day. This would be due to the pile of rubble that is now the school (and don't think that didn't get a freaked out squeak from her), a return to the dorms to drop off her things and wtf, only to find a note from Rikku that reminds her that they're back in cabins. She's been a little distracted. She packs up her things again, despite still not feeling well apart from what can be politely described as the jet lag from hell, and goes to find Cthulhu cabin.

Once there, she puts her things in the empty alcove on her side and makes two phone calls before settling in.

[I've never known what alcove to be in.
Open, especially if she called you.]


Hermione Granger

December 2011

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