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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"Hey, Hermione," Peter said, sticking his head into Hermione's room. "Just wanted to let you know, the thing with the stuff and the woodland creatures is going down tomorrow."

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Hermione smiled broadly. "Fantastic! Is there anything you need?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Well wishes and good luck?" Peter said. "I have to test some things out tonight, but everything should work out."

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"Good luck," she said. "Tell me how it goes? If I don't hear her screaming first."

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"Of course," Peter said. "I wouldn't want you to miss out."

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Hermione smiled and crossed her fingers for him. "Don't get into trouble, either!"