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Hermione Granger Samples
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001/2ND WAR Restless. It was a word Hermione was pretty sure she'd never hear herself refer to herself as. Or hear anyone else refer to her as either. But here she was, nearly the middle of the night, pacing the Gryffindor Common Room... restless. Besides herself, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had noticed it. Remus - well, Professor Lupin (she never knew what was appropriate to call him) had also noticed it the other day. And even the Headmistress (who barely saw Hermione a few times a week) had mentioned it. And why? Why was Hermione Granger, usually well composed, calm, and focused suddenly unable to keep still or keep her thoughts on one thing? She didn't have a bloody clue. And that was what was making things so terrible. If she only knew what the problem was, she could quarantine and correct it. Or work towards that anyway. She could make a plan of action. She could solve it with logic. As it was, she was having such a time trying to get herself to sleep that she could hardly focus to logic out her Arithmancy problems.

A few more paces and Hermione decided to do something she never did. The Head Girl broke curfew. She needed some air. Or some warm milk. It wasn't like students were sneaking out in the middle of the night all the time anyway. And she wasn't doing anything bad. And if someone like Filch or another of the less understanding staff members caught her, she could always make up an excuse. After years with Ron and Harry she was good at those. She heard a student sneaking out. Or someone left something crucial to their sleeping habits out and about. Or even that she needed to talk to McGonagall about something important. There were a million perfectly acceptable reasons for her to be out and about after curfew. So, slipping around the corner, Hermione made her way down the hall and toward the courtyard doors. Fresh air, and then some warm milk or some chamomile tea. Just so long as she didn't run into someone on the way.


1st Person Samples
001/2ND WAR I thought, and silly me for even entertaining the idea, that with things calmed down, school would be easier. I thought that perhaps with less on their minds my best mates might buckle down and actually study. I thought there would be less stress. Why in the world didn't anyone warn me that preparing for adulthood is so difficult? Passing my NEWTs is hard enough. I've got study groups up to my ears, books enough to swim in, and enough notes to fill a library. If I don't pass with perfect grades in every examination, I might just throw my testers off the astronomy tower. But added to that the fact that we're expected to already have our future in line and I'm about to pass out. I don't even have next month in line. Well, that's not entirely true. I have an exam and an interview with the Ministry next month. And Mum has set up a meeting with their accountant to help me work out my finances for the next year or so until I get settled. As it is I have the option of taking up a job on top of my internship with the Unspeakables or setting out a budget plan from the University fund my parents set up when I was born. Well, I think that's about all I can worry about for tonight. I need to focus on school work and finishing my NEWTs.

[Hexed Extremely Private] I think I may have had a small break down. I don't think anyone noticed. But I had to spend a good deal of time in my room since the attack. I thought we were passed all this. I thought it was over. We fought to make it over. People we love died to end this stupid war. And we're right back where we started. I honestly thought I was having another nightmare when the attack first happened. I just... sat there, staring. And then Ron grabbed me and I got hit with... well, something, I don't know what. And I realized it wasn't. And I got the younger years back to the common rooms pretty safely. But then I kind of lost it. I mean, I don't feel equipped to deal with this again. I've prepared for big battles like this practically my whole life... but there weren't supposed to be anymore. Harry asked me if it was over the other day, and I know he was referring to the problems with the Quidditch game and Ginny, and I said no. I wish I would have said yes. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe I jinxed us. I don't believe in luck or anything, but just maybe this time if I would have said yes this war would really be over. Why can't it just be over? We killed their leader... it should be over. Why can't they just give up? I'm so sick of this. [/Hex]