Room 308, Tuesday morning

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Hermione heard the announcement. She thought this would be a huge failure, yes. What's really scary is that it doesn't even alarm her anymore that her first thought was to spend tonight in the hall in a sleeping bag.

She'd made the decision that for every announcement, Umbridge needed to be negatively reinforced. Thusly, she was sitting on her bed, knitting more oddly-shaped socks and wondering whether the dildo cozy conga line should wait a couple days, or if she should just keep up with it the whole week.


[Mostly for people interested in this post. I'm headed to work soon, but will check when I can throughout the day and be back at 5:30 PST. Yay SP!

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"We are smarter than she is, Hermione, and definitely stronger. I think that's what it says. I'm going to start planning right away."

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"Thank you for your help. So much," Hermione said, completely meaning it.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette nodded, glad to be helpful. "Don't mention it. She deserves it," she said and grinned, heading for the door. "See you later, Hermione."