Insufferable Know-It-All

Normally Hermione didn't watch much television. She lived in the wizarding world more than the Muggle one, and she'd simply learned to do without it. Sometimes, though, when she was doing something like cleaning up around the apartment, she might turn it on for background noise. Even then she turned it to something educational, like the History Channel.

It was because she was distracted that she didn't notice at first that this commercial break seemed very long. When that sank in, she actually started paying attention to the ads, and after a while they completely had her attention, ending in her taking a seat to watch them.

It was a really, really bad idea to put ASPCA commercials anywhere Hermione might see them. She'd probably never again be able to hear Sarah McLachlan without bursting into sympathetic tears.

By the time she was feeling horrible for all these poor animals, she looked over to where Crookshanks was curled up on the sofa next to her, skritched him between his ears and said, "You wouldn't mind another cat around here, would you, Crookshanks?"

Whether he understood her or not was unknown, but the look he gave her would totally serve as his answer if he did.


[Can be open!]

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."


[Door's closed, post is open!]

Sometime after her little meeting with Umbridge, Hermione went back to her room and started on a mental to-do list.

( cut cuz blah blah blah )

#6 was what Hermione was working on for the rest of the afternoon. She was terrible at it, but she was determined. And she'd left the door open on purpose.


[Open! Especially if you want to see Hermione bitch like a bitching thing that bitches.]

Hermione had been sleeping, because Crookshanks had curled up on a chair to sleep and had been quiet, and she is not thinking too hard about the fact that there's a middle-aged man sleeping in her room. He's still her cat. Just... kind of creepy.

The sleep ends about the time she feels a weight on her legs, and opens her eyes in the dark. When her vision adjusts, she sees Crookshanks trying to make himself comfortable at the edge of the bed.

"...I can't do this," Hermione says, about a second before Crookshanks decides to sprawl and take over the whole bed, with her on it.

She works her way out of the bed even though there's somehow a hand across her face, and falls unceremoniously out of the bed. Crookshanks looks up at her and says, "More for me," stretching out even further.

Maybe she'll just sleep in the common room.