Hermione J. Granger

_hermioneg_ @ 2011-10-07T18:44:00

2011-10-08T00:44:47Z

"Really Ron, I don't understand why you can't write your Potions paper yourself. You'll never learn anything if I always have to tell you what to write. I can draw you a map to the library if you've forgotten how to get there."

The trio was making their way down the corridor after the last class of the day. It was still an hour before dinner so the three agreed to rest in the Gryffindor common room until then. They could hear the Pink Lady "singing" from down the hall and Ron muttered the password as they neared the rather loud painting.

Hermione dropped her bag onto the floor as she flopped down onto a large couch. She massaged her shoulder for a moment from where the bag weighed her down. Ron continued to whine about needing her help with his Potions assignment, so Hermione turned to Harry in an attempt to send Ron a message. "So, Harry, we're all going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

_hermioneg_ @ 2011-09-25T11:09:00

2011-09-25T17:09:58Z

I feel like I'm going mad.

I've just finished the two feet of parchment for Professor Umbridge: Wands versus Words and When to Use Them. I feel that this may be a sort of trick question. We all know her stance on magic. ~~And she calls herself a witch.~~

I cannot believe that we cannot use magic in a class about learning to use magic to protect ourselves. What rubbish.

Anyway, I still have an Ancient Ruins assignment to finish, so I suppose I shouldn't be wasting my time.

A fifth year DADA post

2011-09-04T17:05:25Z

OOC: This would be after the first class with Umbridge, so the students already know how ridiculous she is. Any fifth years can jump in and feel free to write for Umbridge. Just remember to keep it canon!

There was a low murmur of voices in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as the students waited for Professor Umbridge to make an appearance. Hermione sat with pursed lips, her textbook sitting squarely in front of her. Having already read through the book on theory of defense, she recognized the absurdity and impracticality of not learning Defense Against the Dark Arts in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She could only imagine what was in store for them today.

A hush fell over the students as the clock on the wall chimed and the door to Umbridge’s office swung open. The faint sound of cats meowing could be heard from the other room as Professor Umbridge stepped out, a wide smile on her wide face. “Good morning, class. It is so nice – “

Her sentence was cut off by Seamus Finnigan as he darted into the room and slid into his seat, nearly missing and falling onto the floor. He was panting as he looked up at the professor, wincing slightly at her steady stare. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Moving staircase, couldn’t find my way.”

“I prefer punctuality to apologies, Mister Finnigan. Five points from Gryffindor.” Her statement was punctuated with a giggle and Umbridge didn’t skip a beat as Seamus turned to Dean Thomas, pointing out that he wasn’t even a minute late. “Five more from Gryffindor, Mister Finnigan. During my class it is I who shall do the talking, not you.”

Dolores Umbridge let her eyes scan the students for a moment, taking in their looks of rapt attention and enjoying the way they sat rigidly in their seats. Except for one Mister Weasley who was slouched over his desk with his mouth hanging open, a rather vacant expression on his face. Ah well, she thought, not much else can be expected of sons of Arthur Weasley.

“Now, if there aren’t any more interruptions,” Umbridge started, beginning to slowly walk back and forth along the front of the class, “I ask that you please open your textbooks to page one hundred and seventeen.”

She paused a moment, listening to the sound of rustling pages. “I will ask of you to please read this chapter after class. We will have a brief discussion now about the contents of the chapter to give you a better understanding of it. As you will find, the most important skill to have when dealing with others is this – your words.”

“And by no means do I mean rash spells,” she added, causing a few raised eyebrows to drop quickly. Umbridge pointed her wand towards the chalkboard and a word was clearly written out. “Negotiation.”

As a few voices started up with notes of confusion, Umbridge raised her hand to silence them. “If you were to ever be confronted by a rather unfriendly sort of person, it is important to not seem confrontational. In chapter seven, your assignment for tonight, you will find many techniques to make yourself appear less threatening and you will know how to diffuse a situation with calm, rational words.”

Another giggle sounded as many students looked at each, dumb looks of confusion on their faces. Umbridge felt so sorry for them. How could they expect to pass their OWLS if they couldn’t grasp the basic fundamentals of the theoretical and logical approach to deal with other witches and wizards? The Minister needed to know that there was a severe lack of education taking place in this educational establishment.

“Now, does anyone know what you do if negotiations fail?” Hermione’s hand shot up into the air, a long list of simple and effective forming in her mind. Professor Umbridge’s bulging eyes passed right over Hermione’s hand as she looked around the room. She clucked her tongue and couldn’t help but chuckle at the stupidity of the children before her.

“You run.”

Train thread! Please feel free to jump in :)

2011-08-30T21:28:42Z

BANG!

Hermione’s head snapped up from the window, tearing her eyes away from the mountain landscape flying past the train. She had paused in her rounds around the train, stopping to admire the English countryside as the Hogwarts Express made its way toward the castle where they would all spend the coming school year. Taking a moment to adjust her robes, Hermione tucked her hair behind her ears, ensuring that her shiny Prefect badge was visible to all.

With her chin raised, she made her way up the car, glancing inside of compartments as she went. A second year Ravenclaw nearly bowled her over as he jumped out into the passageway. “Oh, sorry!
Just looking for the treats cart. I thought I heard it pass by just now.”

Hermione placed her hands on her hips and offered a small scowl to the Ravenclaw. “You really must watch where you’re going, you know. Now instead of worrying about sweets, you ought to change into your robes. We’ll be at the school shortly.”

As the younger student ducked back into the compartment, Hermione continued down. There was only one compartment left in the car and she was sure that was where the sound had come from. Secretly, she hoped to catch a student or two breaking the rules, just so she could subtract a couple points from the trouble-makers.

_hermioneg_ @ 2011-08-26T10:04:00

2011-08-26T16:04:16Z

I'm a Prefect! The letter just came this morning! I really did think I was the obvious choice and it is so wonderful to be recognized. I wonder who else was chosen.

Oh I am so excited for this school year to start! My trunk has been packed for a week now. Oh, I wonder what the prefect carriage on the train is like....

Have you been feeling better? Any more visions or nightmares or anything? Have you heard from Professor Dumbledore yet?

I hope that you have all of your books and school supplies. Summer's nearly over, you know!

Behind the 'Mione

2011-08-26T15:45:32Z

Stunning.
Character Name(s): Hermione Granger
Why I chose Hermione: I guess I can kind of relate to her. Smart, yet socially awkward. I’d never claim to be on the level of genius that she is, though.

HP Favourites-
Top 3 Characters: Dumbledore (yeah, I cried), Ron Weasley, Sirius Black
Favourite Book: PoA
Favourite Film: I’ll have to get back to you on that. I just downloaded them all and am planning an HP movie marathon.
Favourite Part of the Series: Hm… I can’t really call that right now. I may edit this later.

OOC

I'm the cute one on the right, not the scruffy one.

First Name: CaiLeigh
Age: 22
Region/Time Zone: El Paso, Tx/Mountain

Non-HP Favourites-
Films: Rent, Moulin Rouge, Disney stuff, Pan’s Labyrinth, Chicago (I loooove musicals!)
Books: Anything by Preston & Child, I like scientific thrillers and medical thillers the best, I love the Sookie Stackhouse books before they were popular
Shows: True Blood, Weeds, Family Guy (I’m not ashamed of that), Dexter, Desperate Housewives (my guilty pleasure)
Music: I love country music and my husband loves rock, so that’s mainly what I listen to. I do enjoy a good mindless pop song on occasion.
Foods: Sushi is God’s gift to mankind. Or the Japanese’s gift. Either way. And I love bread and mashed potatoes.

*Self-Summary: (couple sentences)
What I’m doing with my life:  I’ve been married for going on three years now and my husband is currently in the US Army. We live in El Paso, Texas and we hate it. We’re looking forward to moving back to Ohio next summer. My dear husband is actually deploying next month, so things are about to get a little rough around here. Right now I’m a housewife and my job is keeping my man happy. And I’m fine with that.
I’m really good at: Singing, cooking
The first things people notice about me: I don’t know, ask them!
Six things that I could never do without: My morning cup of coffee My puppy My prairie dog (yeah, I have a pet prairie dog) My hobby, whichever it is at the time My bed. For serious. My wedding rings. I lost them once and my world almost fell apart. Sad but true.
I spend a lot of time thinking about: What I’m gonna make for dinner.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit: As much as I try to deny it, it is extremely important to me that other people like and accept me.

_hermioneg_ @ 2006-08-11T02:30:00

2006-08-11T06:32:07Z

Hermione rolled her eyes as she spotted Draco standing outside the Great Hall, occupying himself with a sixth year Slytherin girl. She seemed to be trying to seduce him right there in the hallway. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, Hermione had to put an end to it.

Her footsteps echoed through the hall as she made her way over to where the two Slytherins were taking up space. “Breckner, get on back to your dorm, it’s nearly curfew.”

The sixteen year old flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and was about to object to the command when Hermione tapped her finger against the badge that labeled her as Head Girl. With a grunt of indignation, the younger girl turned on her heel and stormed away, but not before blowing a kiss in Draco Malfoy’s direction.

Rolling her eyes again, Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. “And as for you, Malfoy. I still don’t understand how it is that you ever got named Head Boy. You know that badge isn’t just a fashion accessory. You actually have to carry out your job if you’re going to wear it.”

ooc: To those of you who have this journal friended, please note that I am using this for a new purpose. I am not trying to take Libby's place as Hermione, nor has this anything to do with hlife. I don't care if you keep this friended, in fact, I ask that you do, just so that we have an audience. ;)

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-12-22T14:54:00

2005-12-22T22:57:12Z

Well, Mum and Dad have the house looking beautiful again this year. They always do such a wonderful job with it.

This is exactly what I need: a nice, quiet holiday.

Harry and Ron, the two of you are welcome over at any time.

I hope everyone has a happy Christmas.

ooc

2005-12-04T17:57:09Z

Can we have snow?

Please?

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-12-03T23:34:00

2005-12-04T07:35:41Z

Merlin, what have I done?

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-12-02T09:09:00

2005-12-02T17:13:29Z

Hermione rubbed her hands together as she reached the top of the Astronomy tower, thankful to find herself alone. The tournament was over for the night, students busy celebrating in their towers. However, Hermione was too preoccupied to celebrate. In her pocket was the golden scarab that had kept her curious for over a month. As she needed, the night sky was dark from the absence of the moon, only a dusting of stars providing light.

She stood against one of the ledges, pulling the heavy peice of gold out of her coat. Also in her pocket was the small scrap of paper with the incantation written on it, though Hermione didn't need it. The words seemed burned into her mind and she often found herself muttering them under her breath. The intrique of those five words grew and grew every time she thought about them and Hermione was quite anxious to find out what they meant, what they did.

Glancing at the dark sky, Hermione looked up as if to check once more that it was indeed the night of the new moon. Satisfied, Hermione took in a deep breath and looked back down at the scarab, slowly pulling out her wand. Her heart was racing with excitement as she set the scarab down on the ledge and positioned her wand in front of her.

There was no going back now.

Accedo in mues latro letum!

After whispering the spell, Hermione's eyes widened as the gold immediately shone brightly and it slowly began to lift off of the stone ledge. She took a step back and before she could do anything, there was a sudden burst of green light and the girl was knocked back and onto the ground.

With a moan, Hermione opened her eyes, finding herself in the castle. She sat up, rubbing the back of her head. After a few moments, she remembered the gold scarab and the odd green light. Clambering to her feet, she realized that she was in near the Defense professor's office. It was night, the area around Hermione lit by torches. She couldn't understand how she'd gotten there, but Hermione's confused thoughts were quickly interrupted.

A hushed voice caught her attention and Hermione gasped when she saw two men standing only a few feet away. They, however, didn't seem to notice her at all. Timidly stepping closer, Hermione could barely make out the features on their faces in the dim firelight. One of the men wore a very serious _expression while the other, a shorter, pudgy man, looked uneasy, as though there were something terribly wrong going on.

"But Mr. Riddle, I don't think that this is okay at all and-" whispered the uneasy looking of the two.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" hissed the other.

"I - I'm sorry, sir. But, but I could lose my postition for this. And Hogwarts is all I have anymore." He was a professor and Hermione saw that she hadn't even noticed his old, worn robes, adorned with Hogwarts patches.

"You aren't even suitable to scrub the castle floors. All I need from you is to hide this somewhere so that I can retrieve it later. I know that you're not too much of an imbecile to do something so simple."

Hermione saw as one man - Mr. Riddle - shoved a book, the tattered red book she had found containing the peices of gold, into the other mans hands. Riddle, Riddle, where have I heard that name? ... Tom Riddle! She clapped her hands over her mouth as Hermione gasped loudly. The men simply went on with their talking, obviously unaware of her being there. Hermione began to panic as she realized who it was she was looking at. Only, Lord Voldemort didn't look as he had before. He seemed younger, in his twenties.

"I don't know where you should hide it, that's what I want you to figure out. If you can't do it, I'll simply find somewhere else to put it."

"Could you? I really don't want to lose my job over this. I don't see why you want to put this in the castle anyway-"

"I'll make sure you do lose your job if you don't do this for me." His eyes flashed malignantly as Riddle pushed the book toward the professor again.

"Mr. Rid- Tom, I can't do this."

"Do not call me by that name!" With one swift movement, Hermione watched as Tom Riddle pulled out his wand. A moment later, the other man was dead on the ground. The girl suddenly felt sick to her stomach as the young Lord Voldemort rushed past where she was standing with a frustrated and annoyed look on his face.

All Hermione could do was stare as he shrunk down the hallway. So it was his book, his golden scarab.

"What have I done?" the girl asked herself as the ground beneath her feet began to spin.

Hermione sat up, her head throbbing, and she realized that she had been knocked out. Looking around, she saw the scarab at her feet. It was in peices, just as it was when she had found it. A glance upward made Hermione's eyes widen. A small, unacknowledgable sound pushed up from her throat as she found herself staring up at a large mass of green light. There was something in the sky - a ghastly looking skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

All she could do for a few moments was stare. Stare at the Dark Mark as it hovered above her.

Clutching her wand and scooping the gold peices up in her hands, Hermione dropped them into her pockets as she rushed back into the castle.

ooc: Guys, I am so, so sorry that I didn't post this last night like I had intended to. I came down with something awful yesterday, so when I cam home I just took some Ny-quil and went to bed. I'm still sick today :|

This happened after the tournament was over and the mark stayed in the sky until sunrise. That gives plenty of time for students to see it.

I'm going to post something for the Death Eaters later, once I have a bit more energy.

ooc - IMPORTANT

2005-11-28T02:53:00Z

Ok, so I sent an email to everyone who's agreed to play a Death Eater. Let me know if you didn't get one and should have.

One the first, this coming Thursday, I'm going to be posting the beginning of this big plot thing. There are a few crucial points to it, though.

After the first, for the next three(ish) days, all the Death Eaters (EVERY SINGLE ONE) will be coming to Hogwarts. Those who don't face death, so you know. :)

You'll all find out why it is that they gather soon enough. And when they do, no one will be able to leave the school or come into the school. Owls will not be allowed to come in or go out as well.

Hey, look, drama and something for you all to work with and talk about! (You're welcome.)

If anyone has an idea or something they would like to do, let me know.

As for the Death Eaters, I need journal names for them, whether you're making a new one or using one you have.

Quentin Salisbury - ___oh_quentin
Sebastion Linney - marlow
Bellatrix Black Lestrange - amazonstar_
Blien MacDougal - blien_macdougal
Christian Wyatt Liam Deveraux - cwl__deveraux
Elias Maddox - ___maddox
Gisella Rosier - red_rosier
Aremith Lintroth - Need it
Fenrir Greback - carl_solomon
Antigone Rullow - la_antigone
Victor Nott - nott_forgotten
Malfoys - Need it
Alexander Johnson - al_johnson

I thank everyone who's helping me with this. I'm trying so very hard to give you all something to do, so please just work with me. Please? :D

ooc

2005-11-26T18:28:50Z

First off, I apologize for not being around the past few days. I guess I just needed a bit of a break and to spend more time with my family.

Here's a list of all the Death Eater's I have gotten emails for and who's going to play them.

Myself - Gisella Rosier
Kelly - Victor Nott
Diane - Aremith Lintroth
Kendall - Fenrir Greback
Coleen - Antigone Rullow
Lisa - Alexander Johnson
Jeanette - Bellatrix Black Lestrange
Audrey - Elias Maddox
Tina - Quentin Salisbury
Daria - Sebastian Linney
Alyssa - Blien MacDougal
Chrissy - Christian Wyatt Liam Deveraux

That's all I have in my inbox, so if I've forgotten someone or something's wrong, let me know. :)

♥ Cai

ooc

2005-11-20T01:51:32Z

As I'm sure you all (or at least most of you) know, I sent out an email last night about the Death Eater plot.

I've already had six people send me things and I thank those six dearly.

And I'm going to post what they've sent me so that you can see what I'm looking for and who's playing who.

Christina [Gwenn] - Name: Christian Wyatt Liam Deveraux (in my head he looks like David Boreanaz)

Christian is more of the silent type. He's what some might call "broody." He rarely shows any emotions, save for anger. In all his years, he's never been truly able to control his temper, which worked well as a Death Eater. When he couldn't lure people in, he moved on to the scare tactic.

Also, Christian basically has more charisma than any Death Eater should have. It's always been the "you catch more flies with honey" concept for him. That's how he's been getting through life. He has a knack for business, and Muggles are idiots. He lures women(and some men) into letting him control their money. Move it around to find the best investments, if you will. For him, the best investment is his bank account. It's worked well for him, really, and he can't say he doesn't enjoy the money to play with. It adds to his superiority complex.

AS a Death Eater, he specialized in putting people under the Imperius Curse. The thrill of having people do any and everything he wanted always appealed to him. Not to say that he didn't do his fair share of killing. That short temper is shown here. Few things make him more angry than people denouncing the Dark Lord, because no one should be able to denounce power.

One more thing that should be known, is that when all the Death Eaters were being sent to Azkaban, he was one of them. His stay was just over a year long, until it was "proven" that he had been under the Imperius Curse that he was so fond of. The only thing that managed to get him out was that he had altered the memory of a rather annoying wizard that he hated as soon as Christian realized he was about to be caught. The backboneless wizard didn't want to come forward, but in the end his conscience got the best of him, just as it always does with good people.

Alyssa [Mori] - Blien MacDougal is 33 years old and pledged his loyalty to Lord Voldimort when he was 15 along with his father. He married young, meeting his wife at a meeting and saw her passion for the cause. They were married and had their first child by 18. He spent years traveling, spying on other wizards and muggles. Mori's love for muggles angered him and he was a very abusive father. He's killed his share of both muggles and mudbloods on the Lord's orders. But currently, he's in hiding and waiting for word from other DEs or the Lord himself.

Jeanette [Su Li] - Bellatrix Black Lestrange Born in 1955 (on the 1980-birth timeline JK uses xD, not sure what we use in h_l) into a Pureblood family, she has two sisters, Narcissa, who married Lucius Malfoy, and Adromeda, who isn't spoken about very often. At 23, she married Rodolphus Lestrange, a fellow deatheater.
Bellatrix, sometimes called 'Bella' by the Dark Lord, friends, and some family, is a sadistic and powerful witch. Was involved in the Longbottom torture, in which, she tortured the couple for so long, they were driven mad. (amazonstar_)

Daria [Marlow] - Sebastian Linney
He's roughly in his mid-thirties, and is Marlow's father. He left shortly after her birth and she has never seen him since. He's tall, dark and very handsome. (chya.) He comes from a pure blood family in London and he's been spoiled most of his life. He is quite smart, and very cunning. He was a Slytherin in his days at Hogwarts.
His family have always been fascinated with the Dark Arts and he studied them very closely while he was in school, and even at his home. His father helped through alot of it. His father was an avid supporter of Grindlewald (ah, that's how you spell it right? lol) So, naturally, Sebastian clung to the only Dark Wizard of his time: Voldermort.
Unfortunatley, he escaped any trials for his wrong deeds. He's been hiding out in Ireland for quite some time.

Tina [Malcom] - Quentin Salisbury

-A 20 year old half-blood who learned many tricks of the dark-art trade from his Father
-Graduated from Hogwarts and went on to pursue oddjobs at shops in Knockturn Alley where he was lured into the world of the Dark Arts and became a messenger for those frequent to the little street. This gained him many connections within the system and an eye for moving up in the ranks.
-Habitial pickpocket, clever with charms and but couldn't poision a worm.
-Handsome and popular with ladies, but shys away from commitment and can't stand to buy dinner for two.

Audrey [George] - Name: Elias Maddox
Description: He's a downright asshole and kind of sadistic. I'm kind of reminded of the dentist in Little Shop of Horrors. He's a true death eater when it comes right down to it, he likes hurting people and watching the world suffer, and he wants the Dark Lord of rule the world.Yep. He works for the ministry in the Department of International Magical Cooperation and serves as a sort of spy into foreign ministries, etc. (___maddox)

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-11-18T20:36:00

2005-11-19T04:40:18Z

The glass felt cool in Hermione's hand, contrary to the warmth that the scarab provided. The burning that had alarmed her days before had dulled down and now the gold was mildly warm, though Hermione was still cautious with it. She felt anxious as the two weighed down her hands. The excitement and mystique she felt from something so trivial nearly made the girl laugh.

"Oh, just do it!" Hermione muttered to herself, her heart racing unusually fast.

Slowly and carefully, she hovered the lens over the back of the scarab where the tiny carvings were. In less than a second, the small words were magnified to a size that was easily legible. Hermione's eyes widened as she read over what definitely seemed to be an incantation.

Accedo in mues latro letum

Repeating it over in her head, Hermione reached for something to write with and a scrap sheet of parchment. In her neat handwriting, she jotted down the phrase and stared down at the immobile gold bug, feeling entranced for quite some time. It didn't seem like any other kind of spell she had seen before. Something about the words themselves gave off an eerie vibe. And the fact that they had been inscribed onto a golden bug that she had found in pieces made it all even more queer.

Hermione's fixture on the scarab broke after a while and she shoved the piece of parchment into her pocket, slipping out of the dorm shortly after. It was later than Hermione had thought it had been, so there wasn't a single person in the common room when she started to climb up towards the boys' dorms. Reaching the fifth year room, Hermione was relieved to find that all of the boys were asleep. She entered with a tediously slow and soft step, desperately not wanting to wake anyone. Snoring could be heard from more than one part of the room and Hermione had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling.

With only the pale moonlight to guide her, Hermione made her way over to Harry's trunk. She opened it slowly, looking around every few seconds to ensure that all of the boys were still sleeping. Luckily for her, not only did the boys stay asleep, but she also found what she needed fairly quick.

Tucking Harry's invisibility cloak under her arm, Hermione left the room as quietly as she had entered it. As soon as she was in the hall, she whipped the cloak over her shoulders, shrouding herself in invisibility. After closing the dormitory door Hermione briskly hurried back down the steps and out of the common room. Her eyes were constantly searching for Filch or any of the professors as the girl rushed down to the fourth floor, feeling impatient.

Held tight in her hand was the small scrap of parchment as she stepped into the library and used her wand to provide light. Hermione's footsteps slowed considerably as she neared the Restricted Section, tightening her hold on the cloak as she did. Once she was actually in the section of books off limits to students, she realized that for the past few minutes she had been holding her breath. Hermione exhaled slowly and began to search the stacks of books for anything that might tell her what she'd found. She was cautious with each book she pulled out, not knowing what to expect. Some of the covers seemed ancient, others so dirty and foul looking that Hermione was almost afraid to touch them. The pages of some showed ghastly pictures and told horrid stories. Hermione could easily tell why these books were off limits to students. Her eyes drifted over Moste Potente Potions and she smiled weakly, recalling when she, Harry, and Ron had used that very book in their second year to create a Polyjuice Potion.

She was about to give up her search when one last book caught her eye and Hermione pulled it down off of the shelf. Opening the cover, a small swarm of spiders rushed out from between the pages. Startled, she gasped and dropped the book, all of the spiders disappearing as she did. Hermione picked the book back up carefully and ran her fingers over the title embossed on the cover.

Magick Most Evile

A shudder ran through her spine as Hermione flipped to the glossary and read over what the book contained.

"Curses, dark charms, hexes, I don't even know what it is," the girl mumbled in growing frustration. Turning the book heavily, she began to search the index for the spell. A jolt of excitement shot through her when her eyes landed on the phrase, which was found on page 378.

Opening up to the page, Hermione's excitement quickly melted into disappointment. The page was nearly illegible, the words smeared and covered in dirt. Very little could be made out, including a majority of the incantation but nothing about what it was or did. The only other thing Hermione could pick out was "performed only when the night is black."

She stared at the fragment for a few moments before realizing that it meant the spell would only work on the night of the new moon. That, however, didn't provide much help. Slamming the book shut, she was surprised yet again to hear a loud wail echoing through the stacks, coming from the book she was now quickly shoving back onto the shelf.

Suddenly very afraid of being caught, Hermione put out her light and hurried out of the library. Her feet nor her heart slowed until she reached the Gryffindor tower.

ooc: Okay, that took too much out of me. I'm sooo tired. Anyway, for anyone concerned, I got permission from Kelly a while ago to use to cloak. And I really hope you guys are following this. It's gonna be big. Like indoor plumbing.

Yay for ooc posts!

2005-11-16T05:29:44Z

Ooooooooooookay.

So.

I posted something a while ago about Death Eaters.

And now I'm posting something again.

If you're willing/interested in playing a DE [which I would absolutely love you for] IM me pleeeease?

I'm developing a plot thingie which would involve them and I want you ~~to join the US army~~ to play some extra characters. They won't be needed for too long. Just enough to stir up some drama.

And come on, who doesn't love drama?

And I know that a lot of people aren't around, which really sucks. But I'm dragging this whole thing out, too.

So, who's with me?!

Oh, and I'm guessing the tournament task is going to be pushed back? Seeing as both Gloria and Kelly are away. And they're the ones doing this. So...yeah.

And I'm totally keeping a count of the people who IM me about this.

Current count: 1

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-11-15T21:22:00

2005-11-16T05:24:18Z

Hermione sighed as she stared at the curtain surrounding her bed. It seemed that neither Harry nor Ron were going to be able to help her retrieve the item she needed from Professor Nesbit's office.

The dormitory was quiet as the girl sat up and pushed back the thick material just enough to look out into the room. None of the other girls were in sight, so Hermione slipped passed her curtains and slowly tiptoed out of the room. She successfully made it out of the Gryffindor tower without drawing any attention to herself. It was nearly curfew and she knew that if she was caught, she could get into a lot of trouble.

But Hermione was willing to risk it.

Very few people were still wandering the halls as Hermione made her way to Professor Nesbit's office. She hoped that he wouldn't be in, at least for a few minutes, just long enough to grab what she needed and leave. Lines of excuses and reasons why she was out that late streamed through her mind as Hermione turned the final corner.

The door to his office was in sight, and Hermione didn't see any light from the doorway. Gradually inching toward the office, she pulled out her wand. Unsurprisingly, the door was locked. And thankfully, the professor didn't seem to be in.

"Alohamora," she whispered, pointing her wand at the lock on the door. It opened easily and Hermione was slightly thrown off. She hadn't expected to be able to get in so easily.

As she stepped in, Hermione looked around carefully, knowing how paranoid the teacher was. Though she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, Hermione didn't want to take her chances. Lighting up the room quickly, she spotted exactly what she had come for. Sitting on his desk was a special looking glass, one that magnified whatever it was placed over to the extent needed by the user. She'd seen the glass once before when the girl had come to talk to the Defense teacher about a paper she had written for him.

With her wand, she carefully lifted the glass off of his desk and brought it over to the doorway, where she was standing. Hermione bit down on her lip as she slipped the heavy item into her pocket and turned to leave.

She'd just closed and relocked the door when Lysander Nesbit came walking briskly toward her.

"Miss Granger! What are you doing up here so late?" he demanded with a cool glare. "Five points from Gryffindor, now what are you doing?"

Though her first thought was to argue about the points lost, Hermione knew that she could get into a lot of trouble if he found out what she'd done.

"Well Professor, I came to ask you something," she replied calmly. "You see, I was reading a book about the dangers of creating new spells and I was wondering if you might know anything about it, seeing how highly educated you are."

Professor Nesbit's expression softened a tiny bit, though he just cleared his throat and reached for his keys.

"Miss Granger, now is not the time to be asking of such things. Come back at a more convenient time, such as my office hours," Nesbit said gruffly.

"Yes, sir. Oh, and sir? When I was approaching your office, I happened to see a student rushing out of it," Hermione told him as he began to shut the door.

"Oh? "

"Yes. He was holding something in his hands and was in a real hurry. An older Slytherin boy, I believe."

Alarm shot through the professor's eyes as he snapped a glance above the doorway. "Thank you, Miss Granger, for informing me of this. Now return to your dorm. It's passed hours."

Hermione nodded and spun on her heel to hurry away, a small smirk playing on her lips.

ooc

2005-11-07T16:46:26Z

Ok, I have an important question for everyone.

How many here would be willing to play/revive a Death Eater? That includes parents who are "secretly" DE's.

I'm currently developing what could be a big plot, though it won't work unless I have cooperation. I know a lot of people are busy with school and lives, so if there aren't many people willing to take part, I won't push this.

But I'm telling you now, this could be big.

If you're interested or want to know some more, leave me a message, email me, IM me, whatever works for you.

♥ Cai

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-11-06T20:51:00

2005-11-07T04:51:51Z

Harry, I need your help with something.

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-11-04T21:03:00

2005-11-05T05:04:04Z

Sitting cross-legged on the bed and alone in her dorm, Hermione held the golden pieces she'd found days before in her hands. It was the first time since she'd found the hollowed out book that the girl had a chance to actually take another look. They were still oddly warm against her skin and Hermione couldn't help but be curious as to what exactly she had found.

Dropping the hunks of gold onto the blanket, she leaned over them, running her fingers over the edges.

"They're like puzzle pieces," she mumbled to herself, her eyes dragging over the tiny letters engraved on several of the pieces. "But I wander what it is."

Picking up two pieces at a time, Hermione began to carefully touch them together until something happened. It would seem that she had found two parts that fit, seeing as they melded together and didn't even leave a line where the two had met. Now, the two pieces seemed like one larger one.

"It is a puzzle!" Hermione said to herself excitedly. She picked up more of the pieces, continuing to find how they fit together.

Not much later, there was only one single golden stone left on her bed and Hermione felt anxious as she picked it up. She could already tell what the form that the pieces had taken was. It was a scarab beetle made of solid gold, no bigger than the palm of her hand. Taking a deep breath, she touched the final sides together.

Almost immediately, she dropped the gold back down onto her bed, as it had suddenly become intolerably hot to the touch. Not only that, but it had begun to glow rather mysteriously. Finding herself unable to take her eyes off of the glowing scarab, Hermione reached for her wand. She slowly levitated the golden bug into the air, staring at it in awe and curiosity. Now she could see a tiny inscription on the back of the bug, though it was too small to read.

Hearing footsteps approaching the door to the dormitory, Hermione quickly put the glowing, golden scarab back into the book she had originally found it in. She shoved the book under her bed just as one of the girls walked in.

That was close....

ooc: Ya'll might wanna follow this, because it's going to be big. I'll fill you in on the details later.

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-11-04T07:51:00

2005-11-04T16:00:16Z

~~ooc~~

Sitting at the table in the Great Hall, Hermione spun her spoon idly around in her bowl of porrige. Things were getting too slow for her liking. All the writers, including her own, were slacking.

And Hermione wouldn't stand for that.

With a rush of determination, she set down her spoon and climbed to the top of the table. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at her own throat. Sonorus.

"Can I have all your attention, plzkthx. You all are falling behind on your posts and that's totally not cool. Now, I understand that your writers have busy lives, but don't you think this world would be a better place if we all just posted a little bit more? My writer's coming up with a plot for me ask I speak, but I know that she's falling behind too. But we all need to work together to make this work.

"Now, as a sortof-canon book character, I demand that you all start posting more. That is all."

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-10-28T10:15:00

2005-10-28T17:34:10Z

Hermione looked up at the row of books and sighed loudly. At least, loud for a library. She glanced around quickly, though Madame Pince was no where in sight. And of course, Hermione couldn't find the book she was looking for.

Folding her arms, she looked again along the stack of books, but to no avail. Someone must have had the book out. She sighed again and reached for the book nearest her. It had a rather plain red cover, the binding worn away. There were no words on the front or back and the book felt surprisingly light for its size. Opening it, Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

The book had been hollowed out and inside were several small gold pieces. Hermione looked around again, but still, no one was near her. She set the book down on an open part of the shelf and picked one of the pieces. It had both smooth and jagged sides and on one side, tiny letters had been carved in, unreadable to an unaided eye. There were six little hunks of gold that looked as though they fit together in one way or another. When she touched them, Hermione found the pieces warm to the touch, despite the fact that they had been sitting in that dusty book for who knew how long.

Hearing footsteps, Hermione closed the book and lifted it from the shelf, holding it close to her chest. She hurried out of the library without even informing the librarian that she was taking the book.

ooc: I've been meaning to post this for a long time. >.<

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-10-14T10:36:00

2005-10-14T17:45:15Z

Hermione stared up at the ceiling above her bed as she clutching at her stomach. It had pained her all throughout the night relentlessly. And now, finally, the throbbing sensations seemed to be subsiding.

And just in time, too, seeing as class started in a half an hour.

But as she stared upward, she felt confusion setting in. For some reason, she couldn't seem to remember anything that had happened the past week. In fact, the last thing she could remember was working on a potion and taking it.

Gasping, Hermione sat up quickly, wondering what it was that she had done to herself. Throwing away her covers, she scrambled out of bed to get dressed. Minutes later, she dashed out of her dorm, looking for someone to talk to.

Woe is me

2005-10-04T02:30:23Z

I got a paper back today.

I got all the points possible.

What is this world coming to when a person's intelligence is marked with numbers?

What ever happened the value of a person's qualities?

The human race is so disappointing.

ooc: I'm sorry that I really felt the need to make fun of emoness. It was irresistable. Don't worry, she'll change soon. XD

_hermioneg_ @ 2005-10-02T17:46:00

2005-10-03T00:58:26Z

Hermione shuffled her feet as she slowly meandered down the hallway. Only it wasn't quite Hermione who walked along with her head hung. Something was different about her, though the girl acted as though it was the way she had always been.

Her eyes shifted up on occasion, whenever someone walked past.

Why can't I be that pretty? she asked herself as an older girl hurried past.

Why can't I have a boyfriend? she asked herself as a couple walked past, holding hands and laughing.

Why can't I be that talented? she asked herself as a younger girl skipped past, humming to herself.

Her mood was depressing and quite annoying. Unbeknownst to her, the potion that she had taken the day before had completely altered her mind, changing her personality instead of simply relaxing her brain as it was supposed to.

And when another person approached her, she simply sighed.

occ: Yeah, so at least five people have asked what's happening to her. Here's a bit of an introduction for you. Someone jump in, I can guarantee it'll be interesting.