Room 308, Tuesday evening

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Hermione has finally put both her studying and knitting down in order to put together the package for the proceeds from this week's clothing drive. It was more successful than she'd thought it would be, which makes her happy. She still hasn't received anything from Hogwarts, but she's decided either it's not safe to send things to her, or Umbridge has become very strict with outgoing mail.

Her hand keeps itching, though, and while she originally thought it was just from the yarn, further inspection shows her that there's one little area that's a bit red and swollen. It looks strangely like a bite, actually. She can't remember being bitten, though she does rememeber scratching her hand on the tree yesterday. There doesn't seem to be anything caught in it, so she promises to take care of it like any bite and that should do the trick.

Still, the itching has her a little distracted, so she might not be looking that carefully at what she puts in the box.

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[smartestone]

"So you understand," Hermione says brightly. "They have good tea there. It's not perfect, but it's passable."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"There will be knitting and tea that has never seen the word 'Lipton' in its life," Willow promised. Her mun She noticed the time. "I'm getting close to turning into a purely metaphorical pumpkin, but maybe we can meet up later this week for fun with sticks and yarn?"

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Hermione nods and says, "I'd like that. I'll call you."