[It would be fair to admit that life does get better after Hogwarts, at least by a bit. The bullies that made life hell for her in school have all moved on with their lives, away from her, and that's allowed Hermione to move on with her own too. The wizarding world isn't perfect - despite proof of brilliance from many muggleborn witches and wizards, society is still inclined to swallow the utter bullshit around blood purity and what made magic good or bad, so her opportunities have been pretty scarce.
An intense Mastery in Charms and Transfiguration, a boring year spent as the intern of a Ministry official, and finally the letter from McGonagall. In all honesty, she thinks life's picked up recently, more than anything.
She's been Professor of Charms for one year now, and finally living in Hogsmeade has come to feel comfortable. She has her routine - the bookshop owner knows her by name, her orders are set aside, and she even has an arrangement with Aberforth for delivery of muggle food by owl.
But she is still very much a recluse, she knows this. It hasn't changed since her school years: Hermione Granger, nose buried in a book, never lifts it unless someting extremely interesting happens.
And today, it does.]
Oh - sorry. I hadn't looked - my bad. [She doesn't recognise this young woman, and she recognises almost everyone. It still is polite to smile, and she does, even though she wants that book.]
oh my gOD DANI THIS IS BEAUTIFUL (no voldemort au hermione is an experience)
An intense Mastery in Charms and Transfiguration, a boring year spent as the intern of a Ministry official, and finally the letter from McGonagall. In all honesty, she thinks life's picked up recently, more than anything.
She's been Professor of Charms for one year now, and finally living in Hogsmeade has come to feel comfortable. She has her routine - the bookshop owner knows her by name, her orders are set aside, and she even has an arrangement with Aberforth for delivery of muggle food by owl.
But she is still very much a recluse, she knows this. It hasn't changed since her school years: Hermione Granger, nose buried in a book, never lifts it unless someting extremely interesting happens.
And today, it does.]
Oh - sorry. I hadn't looked - my bad. [She doesn't recognise this young woman, and she recognises almost everyone. It still is polite to smile, and she does, even though she wants that book.]
Go ahead. Nice choice in lecture.