||[Sep. 4th, 2005|11:02 pm]
Hogwarts and the Big Apple
School was a pretty normal affair for them, a bit like their lives at home: daydream, sleep, and eat. And talk to friends, of course. With maybe a little bit of staring blankly at the chalkboard in between.
All of them followed this routine to a tee, all except Hermione of course, who was just weird that way.
Today is the first day of their spring term, so everyone in class is tanned and relaxed, probably having just come home from some foreign island a few days before. The so-called popular girls, including the Patil twins, reconvene in front of the school. Separated for three whole weeks, the girls squeal and throw themselves at each other. Hermione, standing only a few feet away, rolls her eyes. Ginny pretends to gag.
A few minutes later, Seamus, Ron, and Harry’s bus arrives across the street. They deposit the three boys, all looking just as relaxed as their rich classmates; although they were, admittedly, a lot less tan.
“Hey Hermione,” Ron says, grinning. Seamus waves from his spot next to Ron, and Harry even takes a second from his reading to mumble a soft ‘hello’. Hermione grins back. Some things never change.
They walk toward her, Seamus and Ron on either side of Harry to make sure he doesn’t trip.
“So what’s up, Herm?” Seamus asks her.
She shrugs. “Nothing much, really. I went on vacation in Turks and Caicos with my parents.”
“That’s not much?” Ron says, at the same time that Seamus goes, “Whoa, cool!”
She laughs at their reactions and shakes her head. “It was pretty cool, but there weren’t really any people for me to hang out with. I mostly just lied down on a beach chair and read.”
Ron rolls his eyes. “Typical Hermione—you go to one of the best beaches in the Northern Hemisphere and all you do is read.”
Seamus snorts with laughter. “If I had been there, I would’ve taken advantage of all the cool activities, or at least gone swimming.”
Hermione shrugs. “I did swim—just not every minute of the day.”
Ron opens his mouth to answer when Harry slams his book shut, a triumphant smile on his face. “Done!” he announces.
“Glad to have you back,” Ron says, smirking slightly. “Just out of curiosity, when exactly did you start reading that book?”
“Last night, I think,” Harry replies, oblivious to the knowing looks his three friends share. “Why?”
Their faces shared identical grins. “Nothing at all.”
With that, they walk into the building and head toward class.