Room 308, late Sunday morning

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Hermione woke up later than she expected, blinking at the ceiling and trying to figure out what she immediately knew was off.

"Hello?" she called after a moment.

She didn't get an answer, but-

"I can hear you," she said, and sat up in bed. "...Why did I just hear that I sat up in bed?"

She had already decided that today was going to be a little on the strange side.

"Oh, shut up," she muttered, flopping back onto her bed.


[Establishy, la.
So for today, Hermione's hearing her own narrative. Every word. No one else will be able to, though. What? I needed crack.]