Insufferable Know-It-All

Hermione is going over her World History notes, already cramming for the midterm. Every once in a while she'll look over at the Transfiguration book she still has, assure herself that everything in there that she could possibly need has been safely written down for her own records and if it isn't, then she can just ask Cedric to borrow it again, and try to go back to it.

At one point, she gets up just to check her messages, not squeeing at all when there's one waiting for her. Really. She is very cool about it. Except where she really is a sixteen-year-old girl. She calls back, and goes back to her notes, smiling a lot.

Hermione isn't exactly the girliest of all girls, but that doesn't mean she hasn't checked the mirror about thirty times. And, unlike the last dance she went to, she probably won't end this one yelling at anyone.

Hm. It's been thirty seconds. Time to check the mirror again.

[For the date!]

Hermione's been busy lately, surprising herself. She's very happy with all of her classes so far, with Bridge offering to give some assistance in Hunting, and she's even been socializing. She "helped paint" the fifth floor common room, and nearly being traumatized by Pantsless Friday. Then there had been the day with the gremlin theater that interrupted her studies, discussing oppression and meeting the pink thing with no mouth.

And then there was discovering that Lavender Brown is here now, and Hermione hasn't had a reason to eyeroll yet. Well, she still has no idea what happened yesterday, but then again, it's Lavender.

On one hand, her friends from home will probably be glad to hear she's getting out. However, she needs to spend more time studying. She's only gotten through half of the books she checked out from the library on Monday, she's already started going through her Hogwarts books chapter by chapter to keep up there, and she's already starting the reading for Lit class, and she won't even be around for a lot of tomorrow. Today Hermione's just staying in and read until her eyes cross.

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