Insufferable Know-It-All

Hermione's trying to study for finals. Currently she's going over her Forensics notes and deciding that this is kind of really disturbing when that's all she's reading.

She's kind of grateful when she hears the owl pecking at the window, and then she realizes it's an owl at her window, and not one she recognizes. Either Ron and Harry have had to be more careful, or it's an official one. She's been waiting for a while, and every noise makes her think she's gotten an answer, so she's immediately nervous. She opens the window, and the owl drops the envelope carefully before flying off.

She picks it up with shaking hands- she is that big a dork- and blows out a deep breath. And she opens it.

A moment later there's an "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" noise that scares the cat.

Hermione's surprised when she gets another letter from Hogwarts. She's been getting quite a few of them lately, which wouldn't seem so strange except for the fact that now she's getting them from Fred and George, asking for more of the... knitted socks that were sent to the house elves accidentally.

She makes a call just to get them off her back, and really really hopes no one ever tells her what they're being used for.


[Open, yay!]

Hermione wakes up in the middle of the night, eyes going wide and staring up at the ceiling.

It had been horrible. She'd been afflicted with purple prose and had dyed her natural honey-blonde hair black with green streaks to match Slytherin colors, and had just been terrible to everyone she'd come in contact with. Of course, the dream took place at Fandom High, but Ron and Harry had been there, and she'd insulted Snape, who'd been fine with it. She was pretty sure she'd also turned out to be half Malfoy, or something, in the dream.

She gets up and gets a pad of paper from her desk, along with the little booklight she uses for late night studying, and starts a letter to Ron, detailing last weekend.

And then decides halfway through that she is never telling anyone about that and she will burn the letter in the morning.


[Yeah, I've had no brain but I can still write weird little establishy posts. La.]

The good thing about being Hermione is that there's never a lack of things to do. There is always more to read. Currently she's going through her Potions book, taking detailed notes and being a little horrified that she can practically hear Snape's voice in the back of her head when she reads.

She's kept the windows closed lately, so she's almost startled when she hears something pecking at the glass. She smiles when she sees Hedwig, though, opening the window to let her in. The snowy owl is carrying a package, and Hermione's quick to untie it from her foot so that she can move around freely.

Hermione pushes her glass of water towards Hedwig, busying herself with opening the package. There's a note attached, and the fact that anyone actually bothered to write her for once is a bit stunning. Even better is the fact that parts of the letter are written in different handwriting.

( Dear Hermione, )

Hermione's smiling when she finishes the letter, looking at the wrapped package. Ron or Harry would have ripped into it already, probably before reading the letter, but she can wait. She'd thought they would have been well into January by now. Just when she thought she should give up on trying to solve the mystery that was the time difference, she's back to wondering about it again.

Either way, she's going to be in a pretty good mood today.

[Post and door are open. Why not?]

Hermione's done with the DADA book. She's read it more than once, she's disgusted by it, and she thinks she's going to have to talk to Ron and Harry again soon before she starts all of her new classes. And even the thought of new classes is exciting for her.

Once she's hidden the book away in a desk drawer and looks over at Crookshanks to make sure he's still all right on her bed, she sits down at the desk and starts a letter.

( Dear Viktor )

[Just a linkdrop, not so much with the visity.]

Hermione is taking a long time with her knitting today, because she is having some particular trouble with the heel of this sock. Every time she tries to go a little faster, it seems like she misses something and it goes wrong. It's really frustrating.

So she's even more relieved than usual when the weetiny owl taps at the window. She lets Pig in quietly, letting him land on her desk for a rest after she's able to get the letter from him. She opens it and sits down to read.

( Dear Hermione )

Hermione stares at the letter for a minute, jaw dropped. She's not sure which part to be upset about first, so she settles for being irritated about everything at once. And while she's not certain she should be doing this, she goes into one of her drawers, removes a small cloth bag, and sets off in search for a good fire.

( cut for length )

The mummies may be gone, but Hermione's still sitting at her desk, reading a book on Egyptology, because she thinks it's interesting. Halfway through a paragraph, she hears a fluttering sound outside her window. Looking over, she sees that there's a weetiny owl sitting landing slightly badly on her desk, a letter in his beak.

"Hi, Pigwidgeon," Hermione greets him, letting him take a drink from her glass of water as she opens the letter.

( Dear Hermione, )


Hermione lets Pig move about the room for a while as she tries to start on the return letter, then decides it's going to have to wait and lets him go.


[Door's open.]