Room 308, Monday night

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Hermione's trying very hard to finish off her letter to the Ministry. She got them to let her use magic here, so maybe they'll be easier-going on her without Harry's influence, and Professor McGonagall already said she'd help argue her case if need be, but still, she wants this to be perfect. And if all goes well, she'll be able to be back at Hogwarts in June just to take her O.W.L.S.

Crooshanks is at the foot of her bed... doing absolutely nothing.

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"Not with me," she says. "They stay at the post office unless Ron or Harry's owls bring me something."

After a moment, she gets up, trying not to stub her toe or step on her cat, and then there are sounds something like a cardboard box being moved to just outside the door.

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Rikku closed her eyes. That was bad. She opened them again.

"Did you, uh. Did you know that, uh. That people, uh. Did you?"

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Hermione frowns, coughing a little uncomfortably as she gets back into bed. "I've heard things. Let's leave it at that. The bad box has gone away now."

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There were a few seconds of silence.

"Do you think that'll help?"

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"It had better," she says. "I'm going to try again. We'll see."