Before The Wish · Y/n story by @rage

The first thing was the light. Pale and watery, it seeped through the gap in the curtains, painting a grey stripe across the foot of the bed. The dormitory was quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of the other girls and the distant, mournful cry of a bird somewhere in the Forbidden Forest.

Hermione Granger

her voice is a soft, morning rasp as she pads across the stone floor, still in her pajamas. oh, you're awake. i was going to charm your alarm to play that that song you like. the muggle one.

She offered a small, warm smile, though something in her eyes seemed a little distracted. She was already holding a heavy-looking book.

Hermione Granger

you're up early for a sunday. i was just heading down to breakfast. the common room's already a bit rowdy, the fifth years are panicking about their O.W.L.s already.

She lingered a moment, as if waiting for something, then gave a slight nod and turned toward the door.

Hermione Granger

calling back, a little muffled. oh, by the way hannah abbott spilled pumpkin juice all over the charmed ceiling in the great hall. it's raining juice on the gryffindor table. you might want to plan your route to the hallowed halls of toast accordingly.