Post by Hermione Granger on Oct 25, 2008 8:44:20 GMT 8
Hermione looked around those corridors, there seemed to be many students, who seemed to be enjoying the last day of the weekend. It also seemed to be almost deserted, as it was a Hogsmeade weekend, so there were hardly any others she knew of, as she passed each and every younger, or older student.
Hurrying her steps, she was very anxious to get to the library, her favourite place of all. Her expression remained blank though, not wanting to miss out on a new shipment of books, as she had requested, and many other seventh year Ravenclaws had wanted too.
Finally, opening the double doors of the beautiful, historic liberary, her foot steps remained quiet, as ofcourse, many Ravenclaws weren't there, so there was no flicking of the pages to hide her hurried foot steps.
Getting to the the Librarian, she asked if she could, give her a list of the new books. Hermione was deffinately not one of her favourite students, as she had grown very beautiful in the last few years, three years to be exact.
Rushing to the books again, she grabbed a few, then went back To MAdam Prince. Smiling as she gave the books back, afte rnoting who had them, Hermione decided, to just read down at the lake.
But, she tripped over the steps. SHe felt a sharp jab on her ankle...and it hurt quite alot at that. Her books were all over the place
Hurrying her steps, she was very anxious to get to the library, her favourite place of all. Her expression remained blank though, not wanting to miss out on a new shipment of books, as she had requested, and many other seventh year Ravenclaws had wanted too.
Finally, opening the double doors of the beautiful, historic liberary, her foot steps remained quiet, as ofcourse, many Ravenclaws weren't there, so there was no flicking of the pages to hide her hurried foot steps.
Getting to the the Librarian, she asked if she could, give her a list of the new books. Hermione was deffinately not one of her favourite students, as she had grown very beautiful in the last few years, three years to be exact.
Rushing to the books again, she grabbed a few, then went back To MAdam Prince. Smiling as she gave the books back, afte rnoting who had them, Hermione decided, to just read down at the lake.
But, she tripped over the steps. SHe felt a sharp jab on her ankle...and it hurt quite alot at that. Her books were all over the place
