#padmatical

“yes, let’s just pretend that you didn’t.” still, she smiles, promises to name a character after him in her next story, and helps him clean up the best she can. “dare i ask what it is you were trying to accomplish this time, seamus?”

She was D I S T R A C T E D. Thoughts of home filling her head. She missed ilvermorny. She missed her housemates. She missed her friends. She missed --

Nose scrunched, jaw tightened -- she leaned over her potions book. She’d been on the same page for over 40 minutes now, and it didn’t look like she’d be getting any further tonight. The library was almost empty save for a few Ravenclaws, and the occasional Hufflepuff spewing emotional support over the shoulder of a friend. 

Meddy’s hand twisted left, then right. Swaying, absentmindedly as she reread the same section for the twelth time.                                    “A potion of prodigious power, to repulse the vile Doxy.                                    Students of my work may wonder why I chose to devote                                    my genius to deterring these fairy-like...” 

The pen atop her notebook shivered.                              “...even hermits suffer from household pests. Hence...”

Sloppily it lifted from the table. Wobbling for a moment before falling back to rest.                                     “ I created this, a full-bodied venomous mixture, yet                                       well-rounded. ...”

Again it lifted. This time slightly HIGHER -- more STEADY. 

             DIFFERENT. That’s what she’s always been. Whether it’s because of the books her nose is so perpetually stuck in, or the haggard curl of her locks, or the nature of her blood, there hasn’t been a day where Hermione Granger hasn’t felt like an outsider. 

When you’re an outsider, you do and feel and say certain things in order to SURVIVE. You tell yourself you don’t mind. That you’re BETTER than those that don’t want you. You shun what shuns you. 

But deep down, she’s always wondered what if... and as Lavender exits the dorm to shower, leaving Padma and Hermione alone, she takes in the perfumes and the multi-colored bottles and the creams and feels so utterly OVERWHELMED, and so utterly CURIOUS that before she can stop her loose-lipped mouth, she’s shooting out, “ Why do you have all that? You don’t need it, you know. ” But the question: does Hermione know? 

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