Insufferable Know-It-All

Hermione had stayed in Fandom because she wanted to research things from an outside perspective. If people were disappearing from home and they had no idea those people had ever existed, then it was smarter to stay here where she would remember and could get enough detail to maybe find out what was going on. So she wrote letters and tried to namedrop people to get a reaction. She checked books. She tried to find online evidence of people existing. She checked over the Prophet from day to day to look for changes. And the things she found terrified her, but she kept looking, because that was what she did. She got the information, and got it to he who fixed things.

She hadn't gotten much rest last night, going over some notes and fueling herself with coffee like that was a substitute for actual sleep. This morning she'd simply moved herself over to the sofa, going over information while idly stroking Crookshanks' fur. At least he seemed relaxed.


[For a call, but if you want to knock before that, now's your chance.]

Thank you, anonymous additional icon-giver! *glomps you, whoever you are!*

Hermione was having an argument via owl. It was going about as well as you might think.

It wasn't so much that it was a bad argument. She'd accepted a new job here in Fandom that would keep her here longer than she might have initially planned, and Ron wasn't as happy about this opportunity to try something new and interesting as she was. She'd written to tell him, and he'd replied faster than he had to any of her other letters, and then she'd written back, and it had just gone on from there. But it was beginning to get difficult to keep up the appropriate level of outrage about his insensitivity to her wants and needs and all. She'd cooled off about it after sending the second owl.

Her latest reply was half-written, sitting on the desk. She meanwhile was cleaning out her office and thinking that bickering just wasn't right unless you were in the same room.


[Oooopen.]

In between working on class for Monday, Hermione was trying to write a letter. In truth, she'd been trying to cohesively describe everything that had been happening for about a week now, and hadn't had much luck. You try explaining it.

So really, it wasn't so much that she was trying to take a break from class in order to write, but rather the other way around.

[Open. I'm going to stab myself in the hand so going to urgent care will give me something to do.]

Hermione hadn't noticed anything was going on for a while today. She'd gone about her day, doing things around her apartment, and she was currently curled up in a chair with a book- be shocked- when she heard something skittering on the floor. She stopped, listened, and when she heard it again, she put her book down and reached for her wand.

This being Fandom, she was prepared to see either something cute and tiny that was invading, or something the exact opposite of cute and tiny. She had definitely not been expecting the spider. The metal spider. The one that saw her and started coming towards her rather than moving away.

She pointed her wand and with a "Stupefy!", she realized that was not going to work on a non-living thing. Since it was still coming toward her and when this was Fandom and this was definitely not normal, she decided to cut to the chase. "Expulso!" she tried, and... the spider blew up.

And now she had to clean up exploded spider from her floor. Great.


[Mostly establishy, but can totally be open omg.]

Hermone has changed over the summer overnight. She used to be a total bookworm with frizzy brown hair and that had all changed. She had gotten tired of being that girl and so she decided when she went back to school she was going to be a different person, so she died her hair and got it straitened, and she began dressing better, kind of Goth. Now she was wearing black leather pants and a black tank top that showed midrif with a sheer black thing over it and lots of jewlry. Also she wore a lot of eyeliner. It was like she was a whole diferent person! She might lose freinds over it but whatever, they weren't great freinds anyway and they were just jealous.

It worked.

She was a whole new person when she went back to school. Sudenly Dumebledore noticed her instead of only paing attention to Harry and he made her a professor of DADA and everything else she wanted. Except Potions since that was Severuses. And he made the SOrting Hat resort her and it put her in Slytherin where she really belonged. The only reason she got put in Gryffindork anyway was cuz she didn't know her true heritage then, she was really the child of dentists but of an angel and a vampire and they both had magical powers so this made Hermione the most powerful wtich ever. Her real name was Serena Fairyweather Moonstar but since she had to be protected she grew up as boring old Hermine Grainger. And since she found out she was part vampire she could go out in the sun and be up all 24 hours since vampires stayed up at night and she could eat real food since she was an angel too. Also she sparkles now.

"This place is so boring" she said looking around her apartment. Maybe she would go to have it redecorated before Severus came over to Propose. Or Draco. WHO WILL SHE PICK? R&R AND YOU WILL SEE!


[God, I terrify myself. Can be open, but I'd much rather be R&R'ed.]

Hermione had a brief moment of silence, and she was using it to pack. She liked staying at the Burrow, but it was sometimes very, very difficult to get a moment's peace. She sometimes thought Mrs. Weasley did that on purpose, especially now that among Ginny and the trio, everyone seemed to have paired off. It must have occurred to her that for anyone to get up to any trouble, all someone had to do was swap a room, so there wasn't a lot of privacy these days just to be safe.

For the moment, Hermione was enjoying the quiet as she piled books and clothes into her bag while Crookshanks occasionally took the opportunity to peer into it, causing her to shoo him away lest he fall in. She wasn't leaving until tomorrow, but she knew better than to put this off until the last minute. If she did that, she'd never have the chance. Maybe that was the real reason for all the activity; if she was too distracted to leave, maybe she wouldn't at all.

( cut because i felt like being establishy )

There wasn't much at all left for Hermione to pack away, just the bare essentials. The rest had all been loaded into a fairly small (though extremely heavy) trunk, a carrying case for Crookshanks and a small knapsack that she would be able to carry with her. That too was a little heavy, but she hadn't been able to decide which books to bring along with her for the trip, so she just brought a small selection. The geek.

It was very strange to see her side of the room empty, and she was trying not to think about it too much so she wouldn't get depressed. Though that was probably better than that bad anxiousness she got when she thought about the end of the year at Hogwarts.


[Hermione's going to be joining book seven canon after today. If you want to say bye, this is your last chance. She will be going on townlumni status, so there will still be things in her journal from time to time. *clings to her*]

There was a problem with pretty much staying up for three nights studying for both finals on Wednesday, and that was that it made you tired. Imagine that. This was the situation Hermione found herself in, surrounded by her notes and handouts all over her bed Tuesday evening, trying to make sure she really did have everything down pat when it was sort of hard to process thoughts at this point.

Funnily enough, despite the two pots of coffee she'd gone through today to keep herself awake, she was still exhausted.

Which may have been why she crashed at about 6 pm.


[Establishy!]