Insufferable Know-It-All

Finals week has Hermione not getting a lot of sleep and sitting up in bed with one of her books, trying to see if she can possibly cram any more information into her brain. Or maybe even to cram said information in a second time, just to make sure it's there. She's reading very quickly, flipping through pages and occasionally putting a book down to check her notes to make sure she hadn't written something down wrong the first time.

Of course this time when she does that, the books come flying off her shelves and out of the trunk at the foot of her bed. And there are a lot of books.

She narrowly misses one of them coming towards her head, ducking and crawling out of bed so she can get to her desk, and to her wand. Once she's got it, it's just a matter of a quick spell and the books are frozen in midair.

Hermione gets to her feet, plucks one book out of the air and says sternly, "There will be none of that. It's finals."

Hermione comes back to her room after getting the Transfiguration textbook from Cedric and attending her classes to find a note outside her door. She steps inside, reads it, and realizes that she has no idea who this person is. Which is kind of creepy, really, until she remembers that she didn't really notice Viktor, either. Huh.

She puts the note on her desk, wondering whether she should at least call, and while she's busy wondering that, she picks up the Transfiguration book to start reading and taking notes. Occasionally she pauses to either frown at the phone or turn one of Crookshanks' cat toys into something else. Because she has her priorities in order.

[Going to work soon, so just establishy.]

Hermione's gotten really used to studying until all hours, and that was before she had a full set of classes and was trying to keep up with her class back at Hogwarts, which is really difficult when she's not exactly sure how time moves between here and there. And every once in a while, she'll take a break for a few hours sleep and then wake up very early to finish.

She's halfway through a paragraph in next week's Lit book, because for some reason she needs to be at least a week ahead if not more, when she actually realizes what day today is. Ron and Harry had given her her presents earlier because they couldn't figure out what day or month it was, either, so she hadn't really noticed.

"Huh," she says, and goes back to the paragraph.