MAGIANIMA // Hermione Granger

Old-man Dockten

The second Hogsmeade trip was upon her, yet Atlas stood in the middle of the Quidditch field, adjusting Ginny's broom positioning, pointing out different movements and nodding at her when she did something right. On countless occasions, the girl had reassured her she would be fine and that she should get going but each time Atlas knocked her down, determined to help her friend's sister in something she seemed incredibly passionate about. Even if she had tormented her a few weeks prior.

It was easy enough to do, Ginny was naturally good on a broom and picked up all of the basics quite quickly. Mainly because she knew the basics but Atlas insisted on going through them anyway, she didn't want the girl injured under her care. "Ginny, seriously? A loop-de-loop? You've barely practised on a Firebolt, it's impossible."

"Come on, where's your Gryffindor mentality," Ginny grinned, her hands on her hips as she hovered in the air. "Besides, anythings possible if you've got enough nerve."

"I'm not saying you shouldn't try it," Atlas grinned but then remembered Hermione's warnings from earlier, "I'm saying...Hermione would say you shouldn't try it."

"Hermione would be too busy star-gazing," Ginny quipped and Atlas made a face, looking to the bright sky.

"It's the middle of the day," she voiced, pointing upwards. Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes, to which Atlas bristled. "You know, you have a lot of nerve for an actual child."

"Told you, if you've got enough nerve, anythings possible. S'why I have a lot of nerve," Ginny shrugged and Atlas sighed. She had her there. "Now please can I do a loop-de-loop?"

"Yeah, sure, go ahead," Atlas waved off, "but if you don't do it first try you owe me a chocolate frog."

"Deal!"

In a second the girl was off, basically a blur of red in the sky, Atlas watched her a second and ignored the mini-Hermione at the back of her mind scolding her for letting Ginny do something so dangerous when it was only her second time riding a broom as fast a Firebolt.

"Oh hello," A whispy voice Atlas vaguely remembered said, so she turned her gaze away from the sky for a second, looking down at the girl she remembered as Luna Lovegood.

"Hello, Luna," Atlas said curiously, eyebrow cocked, "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for my shoes," Luna told and Atlas looked down, seeing that the girl, indeed, had no shoes on and was instead barefoot. She went wide-eyed.

"What are you doing out here with no shoes on!? It's snowing!"

"Silly girl, I don't have my shoes so I can't wear shoes," Luna smiled and Atlas sighed, furrowing her brows as she bent down and started unbuckling her own.

"Was it the Nargles?" she asked absentmindedly as she pushed her boots toward the girl, "Or was it the other Ravenclaws?"

"Of course it was the Nargles, the others wouldn't do that," Luna said and Atlas smiled, small like.

"Here, wear these if you insist on trudging through the snow barefoot," Atlas offered, pushing them forward. Luna smiled gratefully and put them on, only to stop and furrow her brows down at Atlas's broomstick patterned socks.

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore got them for me--"

"Aren't your feet going to get cold?" Luna asked.

"Ah..." Atlas looked down at her steadily soaking socks and shook her head, "No," she assured, feeling fur encompass her feet to keep them warm.

"Hmm," Luna studied her curiously before smiling again, "Alright, if you insist, you don't seem to be lying!"

"I assure you, I'm not," Atlas grinned.