She had left the studio happy and drained, her clothes absolutely covered in paint. Lyra had come in to check on her and hour later to drop by some tea. She hadn't commented on her ruined attire, but instead complimented her work and left to get her sleeves fixed.
Emma had announced that she was going to practice her lines and stayed at the theatre with Cass (The green haired girl refused to be called Cassida) and would return for dinner. She seemed to be rather close with the eccentric girl, and claimed that she once dyed her hair seaweed green just to be like her.
Hermione set a list of props on the kitchen table and turned on the tea kettle. As she dropped several tea leaves into the teapot, she heard Catherine opening the door and kicking off her boots. She made her way through the three's many packages of stuff and accepted a cup of tea.
She took a sip before giving Hermione a contemplative look. "You should throw that shirt away," she advised. "The paint will soak through the fabric and ruin the cotton- it's no use now." Then she disappeared into her room to finish sewing a vibrant purple waist coat, which was part of Issac's costume; a tall boy with a shrewd sense of humour who was playing Thomas Jefferson.
She slipped her phone out of her pocket, fumbling with her cup as she pulled up her friend's texts.
Ginny_Potter: Mione
Ginny_Potter: Mione
Ginny_Potter: Mioneeeeeee
Ginny_Potter: ...Mione?
MioneMione: Hi
MioneMione: I'm here now!
MioneMione: So... what's up?
Ginny_Potter♥️️: the sky
She snorted with delight.
MioneMione: I'm serious
Ginny_Potter♥️️: ...harry + me had a fight 😤
MioneMione: Awww.... I'm really sorry Ginny. What happened?
Ginny_Potter♥️️: i want him to stay at the burrow with me and fam
Ginny_Potter♥️️: he dsnt
Ginny_Potter♥️️: thinks it would be too crowded
MioneMione: That sounds like Harry.
Ginny_Potter♥️️: it does
Ginny_Potter♥️️: ...
Ginny_Potter♥️️: it's not just for me
Ginny_Potter♥️️: nthings been the same since fred
Fred Weasley. The fourth son of Molly and Arthur Weasley, and George's twin. He had died in an explosion in the battle of Hogwarts. She had cried when she heard. When she saw for herself. When she saw how much it had affected the Weasleys. How Molly, though she kept her motherly personality, was far more protective of her children, her vibrant red hair beginning to grey. Arthur had locked himself in the chicken coop, occupying himself with Sirius' old motorbike, only coming out for meals. Even Ginny had been withdrawn in the aftermath of the fight. They were all slowly healing- mostly thanks to Harry
MioneMione: I know
MioneMione: I can talk to him, if you want.
Ginny_Potter♥️️: Thx
Ginny_Potter♥️️: Yr 👼
MioneMione: Ik I am
Swilling the dregs of tea, she set her cup on the table, and pocketed her phone. Hermione made her way to the bathroom, giving the door a shove (The hinges were frequently stuck) and stepped inside. She stood in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom and stared at her reflection. Her originally black shirt and ripped jeans were now a myriad of paint splatters and glitter, not one spot barren of colour. In the bright light she seemed to glow, and she marvelled at the sight. Hermione kept the shirt.
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Secrets of an 8th year witch
FanfictionThe famous Golden Trio enters their 8th year, fresh after defeating the Dark Lord, Voldemort ("It was a team effort," Harry insists) Experience Hamilton like never imagined, starring our favourite know-it-all Hermione Granger! Meet several OC charac...
