Insufferable Know-It-All

To say Hermione was in a bit of shock after the adrenaline crash after her visit with Umbridge would be an understatement. She already reported the incident, and before she even reached her room placed a call to her parents. She'd hung up as soon as her mother picked up because she didn't trust her voice and she didn't want them worrying, but she just wanted to know they were okay.

So when she got back to her room she wasn't really able to concentrate on much at first, and just sat with Crookshanks even if he didn't want to be petted. He would have to deal. She'd gotten into a lot of trouble with Ron and Harry before, but it was always with them, and now she really missed them. And before it had almost always been about Harry. She was a sidekick and she knew this, so having the threat specifically against her was something new and she could really do without that.

In retrospect, she should've listened to Sam.


[Open.]

Hermione was writing. A lot. Several pages in her notebook had been covered in her own handwriting, and years of writing superfluous reports far longer than they would have ever needed to be in any universe meant that her wrist wasn't even tired. If anyone asked, she wouldn't tell.

Crookshanks and Wadsworth were fed, she'd already checked her voicemail, and she was fully prepared in case anyone's hand was bleeding.

[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.]