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Post by hermione jean granger on Nov 3, 2011 20:12:51 GMT -5
with october now over, hermione knew it was one month closer to the end of the year. though they had already been through two months into the term with plenty more months to go, hermione always felt that there was never enough time in the world to finish her studies. there was so much to learn but so little time. not to mention the fact that she wasn't even in the right time. adjusting to the differences between the castle back when harry's parents attended to school compared to the castle of her time, hermione found that there was a lot to think about. she had read about the changes in the learning curriculum, but never knew that she would be a part of history itself and witness it in person. the only thing that bugged her more than ever was the fact that she may never see her parents again. her muggle parents.. having no clue about this magic that the castle stumbled upon. having no idea if they'll return back home.
sitting herself down on a stone bench out in the courtyards, hermione pulled out a roll of parchment, her favorite quill, and a bottle of jet black ink. unscrewing the top, she placed it beside the bottle and dipped the end of the quill in the ink and scribbled a note to her parents. she loved the sound of her quill scratching against new parchment, but it didn't make up for the pain she felt inside her body. hermione felt devastated that she couldn't even send this letter to her parents at all. they might not have even been together at this point. an upset sigh escaped her crimson lips as she read the words 'dear mum and dad, i miss you both very much.'. there wasn't much else she could say. there was so much on her mind, but there was no point in ever continuing this letter. it would join the rest of her collection back in the dormitory, waiting to be sent away.
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Post by draco lucius malfoy on Nov 5, 2011 16:43:20 GMT -5
the way draco always imagined his father as a teenager was the same way many people imagine their favourite celebrity. what lucious actually turned out to be was a scrawny, silver-blonde-haired bully. he had even had the audacity to shove draco to the side that day in the corridor's. draco had stumbled, grinding his teeth and placing the strap of his black leather satchel back on his shoulder. his eyes had narrowed as he watched the blonde head disappear round a corner, thinking to himself 'just wait till my fath--', oh wait, that was his father. at that moment, draco could feel his eyes start to water up, so he dashed for the courtyard, knowing being around people would let him get his act together. the burst of cold november air helped him sober up as he marched towards a stone bench before taking a seat. draco knew someone was beside him, but he didn't much care, and he was sure they'd disappear should he narrow his eyes at them.
as he grew used to the cold air draco could once again feel the stinging in his eyes. he knew he looked like a mess, he was a mess. his features had grown daunt and his eyes darkened from countless hours at night spent trying to find someway to return to the present. he had to get back and he had to finish his task. sniffing, draco shut his eyes, staring out at the forbidden forest.
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Post by hermione jean granger on Nov 6, 2011 20:24:20 GMT -5
it didn't take long until someone decided to sit beside her in the courtyards, her attention not eager to bother checking who it was. she continued writing her letter to her parents, even though it was obviously pointless since she happened to occupy the wrong time era. for now, hermione felt a little relieved to pour her heart out onto the parchment in hopes of keeping her parents alive in her mind. it was the only way she could possibly feel close enough to them with the decades that separated them. a soft sigh escaped her crimson lips as she made to set the quill done, now noticing the slytherin colors on the robes beside her. her chocolate eyes scanned upwards until reaching the familiar face of draco malfoy. 'oh, dear,' she thought to herself. hesitating with words, hermione even wondered if this was the right time to remain silent or even try and see what brought him to sit within five feet of her. "you look awfully terrible today," she managed to speak confidently.
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Post by draco lucius malfoy on Nov 7, 2011 23:20:52 GMT -5
draco wasn't sure what was going to happen if he couldn't get back to the present. were events continuing on as if they had never left or had time there come to a stand still? there was too much he didn't know and that's what bothered him. something i can tell you about intelligent people is they have an acute fear of the unknown, of not always being sure. draco had always been a good student, always second in his studies after hermione granger. even that was was sure of, he was always second, never third nor first. he wanted to be a proficient wizard, because, well it made him feel secure. draco had moved to place his face in his hands, before hearing an all too familiar voice beside him. squeezing his eyes shut, he prepared for battle before running his hands through his blonde hair and looking over at the gryffindor. "as have you, everyday of your existence."
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