Chapter 45: Annoying!
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"Your real present is inside. I don't want to spoil the surprise but it's something that you want," I said purposely being vague.
"It's just like a Ravenclaw to give homework for a birthday present," she said mockingly.
"Oh, don't be like that Princess. I'll tell you what, if you still haven't figured it out by the time the holidays end, I'll show the solution when we get back. If you do manage to solve it, then I promise you another favor. Deal?"
I could see her biting her lip carefully thinking it over before she finally responded, "…Oh fine!" She took the puzzle box and held it experimentally, "I do like a challenge."
"I know."
Hogwarts' Express:-
"Oh good, I was hoping to get to talk to you one last time," I said, spotting the bushy haired Gryffindor after opening the compartment door.
"Well I'm here," Hermione said, closing her book.
Putting my trunk away I turned to her and began to make small talk, "Have you finished your Holiday assignments yet?"
"Obviously?"
"Me too. Do you want to go over each other's papers?" I offered, giving her a challenging look.
With a haughty laugh she began to rummage through her trunk, "Where do you want to start?"
"Let's start with transfiguration essays."
For the next hour we graded each other's paper, Hermione giving a triumphed cheer whenever she found one of the mistakes I had purposely left in. We took turns debating over the topics we had chosen to write about, trying to convince the other over who was more right.
Once we were finished, we started to search for new topics to talk about that ranged from past homework assignments to movies we had seen. I could tell that she was happy to finally have someone intelligent to talk to.
"All I'm saying is you could have been nicer to the Hufflepuff team," she said, crossing her arms.
"And I keep telling you that Quidditch isn't a nice sport," I countered, causing her to huff.
I took this moment to check how far she had advanced.
[Hermione Jean Granger LV 13
Title: Rival
HP: 410/430
MP: 480/480
STR: 5
DEX: 6
VIT: 38
INT: 43
WIS: 9
LUK: 10]
Her stats were very good for her level, and despite INT not directly correlating with overall intelligence for us wizards it did manage to paint her in a favorable light.
She also had the highest level among the first years, not including me, and was a good five levels higher than both Harry and Ronald.
The rest of the trip passed by in a breeze, with the train finally docking into the station a couple hours later.
Looking out of the window we spotted a number of parents already anxiously waiting on the platform.
"Here let me help you with that," I offered, taking her luggage in one hand, not giving her time to protest.
Walking through the reuniting families we scanned the crowd for our respective guardians.
"Hermione! Over here sweetie," a voice yelled a distance away.
"Looks like we found your parents," I told her, pointing to the two adults that looked very out of place among the wizards.
"Zip it," she ordered as she ran to meet her parents and was quickly embraced by them.
Strange. For some reason the scene left me feeling cold inside.
After they broke apart, I took that as my cue to step forward while still carrying the heavy luggage.
[Emma Granger LV 5]
[Dan Granger LV 5]
Well I'll be damned, the fans actually got it right. Either that, or God grew incredibly lazy.
"Oh? And who might this be," Mrs. Granger asked, turning to her daughter with a mischievous look.
"Ah, this is Charles, he's a …friend?" she said the last part hesitantly.
I rolled my eyes good naturedly, as I placed the trunks on the ground and stuck out my hand, "Hello, I'm Charles Bell, a fellow muggle-born. Your daughter and I study together."
Mr. Granger gave me a look filled with suspicion but ultimately shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you Charles."
"Well anyways, it's been a pleasure, but I have to go now. I can see my guardian over there. Hermione, I guess I'll be seeing you around."
I bid my farewells to the Granger family, walking over to a woman I recognized from one of the photographs.
[Emily Taylor LV 5]
[Title: Matron]
She looked to be a woman in her late 40's with a small plump build, not unlike Professor Sprout. She had prominent smile lines around her mouth and eyes. The eyebags and grey strands of hair were clear signs of early aging, likely due to the stress of having to take care of so many children.
"Hello, Dear. Are you ready to go? Have everything?" she said as I walked toward her.
Using my best smile, I held up my luggage, "All here Ma'am."
"Wonderful, well we better get back now. Still have to make dinner after all," she said with a good-natured laugh.
The drive back was relatively peaceful, as she asked small questions about my stay at Hogwarts. In return I did my best to explain certain concepts to her in a way she could understand, trying to link it to the more ordinary subjects found in a normal school. Her attempts to seem interested were admirable but it was clear to me that she was clearly tired from overwork.
After about an hour-long drive, we finally reached Hampstead Orphanage. It was a brown three-story building surrounded by a black iron fence. The entire place looked like it had been in need of repairs for a long time. Standing guard on the front yard was a small, partially-melted snowman with rocks for eyes and mouth, twig arms, and a zucchini for a nose.
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