Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔
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Julie woke up on the last morning of summer with a lot of groaning and self-slaps to keep herself awake. One could say she wasn't a morning person. She would tell you she was resting for her next slumber.
That morning, however, she had to wake up earlier than usual, for two reasons:
One, she desperately needed to get used to this concept called waking up in the morning, in order not to skip all of her classes—which for this year were a lot. She still chose all of the subjects available—this way she could have the time-turner, besides, she really wanted to try all of them.
Two, she needed to wake up early, because today was the day she would go to Diagon Alley with Harry and the Weasleys, and spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron, so they could go to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters the next day—which she could not wait for.
Hermione had a plan for this year. Fine. It wasn't really a plan. More of an outline, if you must. She decided to let the story play out close to the plotline. This way she knew the future events and could control things better. She would help Sirius—by sending him food, clothes, and whatnot. She would also get Crookshanks, even though Julie wasn't a cat person at all. Nevertheless, she figured the red-haired fur ball was important and wouldn't be much of a bother anyway. At least the cat was trying to kill the rat and if she could somehow speed up that process the better. Speaking of, during the remainder of her second year, Julie couldn't help but glare at the rat every time she saw it. That little shit, pissed her off, out of her mind. She wasn't a rat person already. But who was? And having a disgusting little bastard around them was repugnant to Hermione. That was why she couldn't wait for the end of the third year. One way or the other—whether the rat was imprisoned or escaped—she wouldn't have to see and live with it again.
Julie got dressed in the new clothes she bought over the summer. She put on some mom jeans, a white tank top, and a—slightly oversized—leather jacket—which she adored profoundly and would wear forever and ever—with some black and white converse. She got her hair in check and was done for the day. One thing both Julie and Hermione had in common was the lack of make-up they wore. If it was due to the fact that they sucked at it, or because they just wouldn't bother, go figure. But Julie didn't really wear makeup. Mainly now, as she was wearing a face that resembled Emma Watson which was awesome.
Another thing they now had in common, was that Hermione's body was visited by the Satan Tsunami. In other words, she got her period and had a really awkward talk with her mom. Luckily for her, Hermione didn't have much acne or anything like that. And her boobs also grew enough to be considered breasts, and not just swollen nipples—if that makes sense. Moving on...
