Room 308, Sunday morning

[smartestone]

Hermione woke up slowly, though she realized the bed did seem smaller than she was used to. She opened her eyes, sitting up to see what the problem was, and was surprised to see the ginger cat sleeping at the foot of the bed. "Crookshanks?" she said, frowning. He hadn't been alive for years...

She looked around the room, blinking as she took in the now-vaguely familiar setting. Of course.

And sighed. "Honestly."


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[the_merriest]

"I tried blaming their father," she grinned. "He seemed to take it as a compliment. So did yours end up bookish or completely the opposite?"

[smartestone]

"They do well for themselves," Hermione said. "I make sure of it. They know how to study, and that's half the battle right there. I'm sure they'll be Gryffindors, though."

[the_merriest]

"That's what you are, right?" Rikku grinned. "Mine are already Al Bhed, so I know they're gonna be trouble."