It was far too early. Hermione awoke and realized it was Saturday, wondering why on earth she was up before 8. Her hazy gaze made its way around her room, and she just couldn't stop yawning. Then she noticed a note had been left for her on the nightstand, and she smiled. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and read. It was a response to an owl she'd sent the night before. She had to admit she'd been just the slightest bit apprehensive about what it would say, but she shouldn't have worried. Once again, his words simply cheered her, and squashed any fears she'd had.
She laid back down for a while, staring at the ceiling and trying to convince herself to get up. Now that her unease was gone, she was rapidly losing the battle to stay awake...but she knew she had a mountain of work to do today. Grudgingly, she rose, not sure if responding to the owl would seem...overly eager. She thought she might wai. After all, there was a stack of Arithmancy books just pining for her in the library. That first. Sappy stuff later.
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