Raven black hair and sea green eyes

Hermione bought out a practice dummy for her magic defense training something she picked up since she had started living alone in a city with no friends. It resembled the same one the D.A. had practiced with in the Room of Requirement back in her fifth year at Hogwarts. Currently, she held her wand out in front of her, murmuring spells under her breath. The dummy occasionally fell over, banging against the walls and destroying her furniture periodically around her flat.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione finally shouted, all her pent-up rage directed at the dummy. With her single word, the dummy shattered, pieces of tin and cloth flying in all directions. Hermione just had enough time to mutter a quick protego as the pieces flew towards her the shield quickly protecting her from the debris. Still, the force of the explosion knocked her onto her butt and made her small body slide across the floor from the impact.

It's not supposed to do that, Hermione thought. She stood up, cleaning the mess with a wave of her wand. 'Harry was serious about magic going haywire' She thought with a huff. 'He was probably just as serious about not using the telephones' she guessed.

Just as the last pieces of shrapnel flew to her dust bin, her focus broke. There was a knock on the door. It was a single knock, almost unsure if Hermione could codify knocks. She probably wasn't very good, because a second knock followed. Louder. Forgetting the remaining shrapnel on the ground, Hermione jogged to the door.

"Sorry I've just been-,"

"Hi." It was a boy, with raven black hair and green eyes that reminded her of the ocean. He could've resembled Harry, but where Harry was slim, this boy was lean, where Harry wore glasses, this boy kept his face bare. Perfect, and bare. "I live in the apartment above yours."

"I, er, yes-,"

"What happened to your living room?" he asked, pushing the door open wider. He eyed the shrapnel, embedded in the walls and scattering the floor. Hermione bit her lip, instinctively getting on her tiptoes to try to cover up his vision. It didn't work—the boy was tall.

"It's fine, it's-,"

"Do you want help cleaning it up?" he offered distractedly, examining the extent of the mess. Hermione bit the inside of her cheek. 'No, of course she didn't' she decided. She could do it in a few seconds, after all.

"No, it's completely fine, I can do it," Hermione finally said, pushing the boy back. "It's fine. What did you stop by for? I hope I wasn't making too much noise-,"

"No, not at all," the boy interrupted. "I'm Percy." He smiled, as if forgetting. "Oh, uh, yeah, Percy Jackson. I was just going door to door—I was wondering if you've seen my pet dog."

"Pet dog?"

"Yeah," he nodded along, eyes finally focused on Hermione. "He's pretty big, black fur. He used to belong to a friend of mine." Hermione watched the corners of his eyes wrinkle, as if recalling a happy memory. It was clear Percy loved his dog, Hermione was almost regretful she had never seen it.

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen it before," Hermione said carefully.

Percy's face fell for a split second, before his boyish grin returned. "That's okay, I guess. If you ever do-,"

"I'll give you a knock," Hermione confirmed, her lips curving into a smile. Percy met her gaze, smiling like he had a secret. Hermione liked it, his smile; it reminded her of Christmas at Hogwarts and the feeling she gets when she solves riddles.

"Thank you." With one last small nod, Percy turned on his heel and left. Hermione pressed her hand against the door, shutting it much slower than she normally would.

When she turned back around, her hand retrieved her wand tucked in her boots. It was a hiding spot she learned watching a muggle TV series, actually. Wizards of Waverly Place. She turned to the mess, quickly muttering 'Repairo' and watching with contentedness as the dummy fixed itself.

As she walked back to the living room, she passed a mirror, groaning softly when she did; her hair was a mess, her clothes crumpled as if she's just gotten out of bed. There was a large bruise on her shoulder where she had landed badly on the floor, too, a rainbow of blue, red and purple.

Without warning, the door flew open, revealing a rambling Percy on the other side. His hands were in front of him, his eyes averted as his mouth spoke. Quickly. "You know what, one second thought, why don't I help you with the mess-," he stopped when he finally looked up, to where Hermione stood in the middle of a clean room.

"I've got it," Hermione insisted, shoving the wand in the waist of her pants. Percy didn't seem to notice. "It's fine, thanks for the offer."

"How did you-,"

"It's fine, Percy," Hermione took a step forward, just as Percy took a step back. There was something in his eyes that looked every bit confused as suspicious, and it wouldn't do Hermione well to let him suspect anything of her magic. "Thank you."

"I… Um, okay," Percy said stupidly, taking another step back and out of Hermione's flat. Funnily enough, he hadn't once noticed the wand sticking out Hermione's back.