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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𝒉𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒗𝒔. 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔: 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒏?
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After a really boring week and eventful Potions class on Thursday—that included Drarry bickering, Sirius talk, Potion helpers, snide remarks, and Hermione scoffing a lot, she found herself in a broom closet in order to turn back in time. After a really cool and interesting Ancient Runes class, Hermione met up with Harry and Ron as they were walking to lunch.
"There she is," she heard Harry say.
Hermione was panting slightly as she hurried towards them.
"How did you do that?" said Ron.
"What?" said Hermione innocently, joining them.
"One minute you were right behind us, the next moment, you were back at the bottom of the stairs again."
"I dropped something, Ronald. You guys are just too far up your own arses and didn't notice," Hermione told them and they went red in the face while she properly closed her bag—that although being light wasn't that big on the inside. "Why are you carrying all these around with you?" Ron asked her eyeing her books as she quickly closed her bag.
"Lots of subjects," said Hermione simply. "Good God, I'm starving."
She groaned and grabbed both their arms, pulling the boys with her into the Great Hall. They sat down next to Dean and Seamus and started filling up their plates.
"Can I ask something?" she asked the guys around her randomly and they all looked at her, "Why is it that someone is half-blood if their parents are pureblood and a muggle-born? Technically they're pureblood, right? Because a muggle-born is still a wizard, not a muggle."
The four boys around her stared at her blankly, until Dean spoke up, "That's an actual good question. I mean, both wizard parents, no muggles, should give purebloods."
"What?" Ron simply asked.
"And why do we call muggles, muggles?" Hermione continued to ask, "Why not, no-majs like in the USA, or mundane, or something. Why muggles?"
"It sounds like a mug," Seamus said nodding, and Hermione gave him a look in agreement.
"Right?" Hermione asked, "Better yet. Why don't they have movies in the wizarding world?"
"What?" Ron asked blankly and Hermione pointed at him as if proving a point.
"See? This is what happens. They don't even know what a beautiful creation, movies are," Hermione said promptly waving her hands around, "I mean have you watched Back to the Future?"
