Room 308, Saturday morning

[smartestone]

Hermione slept in a little, and is barely awake when she hears a familiar tapping sound. If she's surprised, it's only because she's hearing it again so soon. When she gets up to open the window, she's even more surprised to see that it's Hedwig who's waiting to come inside.

She lets the owl in, smiling. "Didn't expect to see you here," she tells her quietly, and takes the package from Hedwig before letting her scrounge around for food and drink. Hermione thinks if they actually keep up with correspondence, maybe she'll leave something out regularly, as long as Kaylee doesn't mind muffins from JGOB sitting out.


There's a note attached, simply reading,

Dear Hermione,

Here's the book you asked for. I don't think I'll be getting much use out of it. She isn't even teaching us defensive spells because we have no reason to use them. It doesn't make sense to me, either. Or half the class.

Sorry about the not writing thing,
Harry


When Hermione unwraps the package, she finds a barely opened copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard. Letting Hedwig stay as long as she needs, Hermione takes a seat on her bed and starts reading. Within half an hour she's wondering why she hadn't thought to get a subsciption to The Daily Prophet before, and half an hour after that, she's decided she hates this Umbridge woman.


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[smartestone]

"I meant a sort of metaphorical test. Like doing well next semester would mean you'd passed," she clarifies. "But that might not be a bad idea, especially if there's a particular subject you're good in."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Okay. Got it." He thought. "I'm not really good at much, though. Except skateboarding. And flying, according to Anakin."

[smartestone]

Hermione hates being at a loss, especially considering she did end up here instead of Hogwarts. "All right," she says, "if you need any help with your subjects this coming semester, I'm more than happy to help. There, now you've lined up a tutor if you need one. Maybe that will help in convincing them."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Tutor! Awesome, bra, thanks!" Jude was beaming. "Yeah, that'll help. A lot, I hope."

[smartestone]

"I hope so, too," she says. "I wish I could help more."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"You helped tons," he informed her with a grin. "Thanks. Really."

[smartestone]

She smiles. "And if you need anything else, just ask."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I will." Jude headed for the door with a wave. "Catch ya later, bra"