Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. Please don't sue me!
This is a retelling of the first Harry Potter book from the point of view of the clever and brave Hermoine Granger. As such, in future chapters, I have woven some of Rowling's original text into my own thoughts and words. This is in order to stay true to the original text, but also allow for the exploration of how things surrounding the Chosen One unfolded from Hermoine's involvement. There will be both descriptions, as well as dialogue, that may be familiar to readers. Again, I do not own this book or these characters, I am simply expounding on the canon events... please don't sue me.
Also, this book is FINISHED but I am working with some friends to proofread it. Please keep in mind the following facts:
1.) I am not British, nor do I claim to be. I tried my best to make this as British as possible. If my best is not good enough for you, you can move on.
2.) I did this for fun. I had no idea what fanfiction was before I got drunk and decided it was a brilliant idea to rewrite all 7 books from Hermione's perspective. I started this project with my friends and family as the only readers in my mind. If you're not having fun and would like to critique something in these 80k words, you can move on.
3.) I poured over the books, wikis, and any other source material I could. There are going to be errors with the canon. I can guarantee it. However, I'd like to believe the number of non-errors far outweigh the errors and you should try focusing on that.
For Finn, Samantha Zoe, and Kauleen.
Chapter One: The Summer of the Post
Life in Lavenham, Suffolk was dreadfully boring. At least that's how it felt to Hermione Jean Granger. She couldn't help but feel that her life in the small, quaint English town was like a broken record of the worst sort. She'd wake up, eat breakfast (always consisting of some sort of combination of egg, tomatoes, beans, and sausage), go to the library to study, come home, wait for the post, eat dinner with her parents, study some more, go to sleep, and then repeat it all the following day. There was no magic in her life during the summer holiday when she had to come home to Lavenham. This lack of magic was a huge adjustment for Hermione because, unlike most other twelve-year-old girls, Hermione Jean Granger was a witch.
Last summer, when Hermione had turned eleven years old, Minerva McGonagall (a brilliant professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) had shown up at the Grangers' cottage and delivered the news: Hermione was a witch and destined for an exclusive magical education at the prestigious school for magic.
The moment Hermione learned she was a witch, her life had completely and utterly changed. Her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been a whirlwind of adventure. From running through brick walls (to get to the magical Platform Nine and Three Quarters at Kings Cross Station to catch the Hogwarts Express), to turning a mouse into a snuff box (for her final exams in her Transfiguration class), Hermione finally felt as though she was where she was meant to be and with the people she was meant to be. She had never felt 'at home' in the Muggle (the term for non-magical people) world. There was always a feeling of emptiness. Before learning of her magical fate, Hermione obsessed over facts and figures and studied constantly to fill the void, but it never quite fulfilled the nameless, aching need to belong. Academics were her whole life up until that magical visit from Professor McGonagall. She was thrilled to be able to learn and study something new... something that would completely change her life.
Her first year at Hogwarts wasn't all academics (which would be expected from a school with magic). Hermione befriended "the boy who lived," Harry Potter, and his best friend, Ron Weasley. Little did she know how much their friendship would change the course of her magical education.
Harry Potter was arguably the most famous wizard of their time, even though he was close in age to Hermione and had only just started his first year at Hogwarts as well. When Harry was a baby, an evil wizard who must not be named (Lord Voldemort if you must name him) tried to kill Harry and his parents. Tragically, James and Lily Potter lost their lives, but Harry miraculously (and unexplainably) survived. When You Know Who used the Killing Curse on Harry, it rebounded and seemingly obliterated the evil wizard's body. It appeared as though baby Harry had defeated the most dangerous and powerful dark wizard of modern times and the Wizarding World rejoiced. Harry went to go live with his Muggle aunt and uncle after his parents' death with no memory of what had happened. He was just as surprised by the Wizarding World as Hermione had been.
Ron Weasley, on the other hand, grew up in a very old, very established wizarding family and found the muggle-like qualities of Hermione and Harry endearing. He had five brothers and one sister and was an annoying prat with a heart of gold.
To say that trouble seemed to follow Harry and Ron around was an understatement. Before her time at Hogwarts, Hermione never so much as coloured outside of the lines. In only one year at Hogwarts, she lied to her professors on multiple occasions, snuck out after hours, voluntarily entered a forbidden corridor, smuggled a highly illegal dragon egg, set a professor on fire, and much, much more, all with Harry and Ron at her side.
Hermione, however, felt as though her indiscretions were somewhat warranted; He Who Must Not Be Named was not, in fact, defeated by baby Harry all those years ago. Instead, he was ripped from his body in the struggle but was still very much alive. He spent years in the forests of Albania gathering what little strength he could to make his return. The only magical power he had left was the power of possession, and he used his power to possess a Hogwarts professor who just so happened to be on a trip to Albania at the worst time. Professor Quirrell was Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, but he proved not to be very defensive against the Dark Lord. The whole term at Hogwarts, unbeknownst to the staff and students, Quirrell was "hosting" He Who Must Not Be Named in his body. Together, Quirrell and He Who Must Not Be Named devised a plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary alchemical substance with magical properties. The ruby-red stone could be used to create the Elixir of Life which would make whoever drank it immortal… and You Know Who thought it'd be enough for him to be able to fully return to his body and power.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron found themselves caught up in the protection of the Philosopher's Stone, weaving and fighting their way through a series of tests and challenges their professors had set up to stop He Who Must Not Be Named. At the end of their quest, they succeeded in keeping the stone from You Know Who, but both Harry and Ron ended up in the hospital wing for their efforts. Ron sacrificed himself on a life-sized Wizard's Chess set and Harry came face to face with the Dark Lord himself. Magically, Harry survived his second run-in with He Who Must Not Be Named just in time for the end of the term.
So, needless to say, walking around a boring British town was dreadfully boring.
Hermione's parents, Bert and Mary Granger, were lovely people but perpetually mundane. As the town dentists, they got extremely excited over cavities and gum disease and not much else. They were fiercely proud of their daughter and her accomplishments but couldn't tell anyone about them because of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy Law (a law in the Wizarding World that was first signed in 1689 and then established officially in 1692). The law was laid down by the International Confederation of Wizards to safeguard the Wizarding community from Muggles and hide its presence from the world at large. Therefore, no one could know of Hermione's magical prowess.
Instead, Hermione and her parents told everyone in the town that she had gained entry into the prestigious Sherborne International School, an elite boarding school in the southwest of England. Hermione did a lot of research on Sherborne and came up with a very elaborate story to tell anyone who asked. Fortunately for Hermione, the only person who really asked anything about her year at school was Mildred, the librarian.
Hermione never really had any friends through her primary school years in Lavenham. Sure, there were a few she had talked to in between classes, but Hermione never found anyone with whom she really was comfortable with. All of her classmates seemed to only care about silly games on the playground instead of important things like history, maths, and proper grammar. Hermione simply could not understand how her peers didn't care about such things as the importance of the 1257 Market Charter which granted Lavenham the ability to export its famous blue broadcloth across Europe. Clearly, they wouldn't even have been born had it not been granted as it basically established Lavenham as a sustainable town. How could it not be important? Nonetheless, the break was the most anticipated part of the school day.
Mildred the librarian was, by far, Hermione's best (and, perhaps, only) Muggle friend. She was extremely intelligent and could engage Hermione in all kinds of intellectual debates and discussions. Mildred was also a very warm and thoughtful woman who helped Hermione to consider the emotional sides of history as well.
"So tell me some more about the school," Mildred said one extremely hot afternoon. The library was stifling. The pair were sitting next to a large, metal fan that made an unbelievable racket. The noise wasn't as distracting as the fluttering pages of the Oxford Latin Dictionary Hermione was reading. The razor-thin paper was no match for the wind. Quite a few (if not most) of the spells she was learning at Hogwarts were derived from Latin, and Hermione wanted to get a better understanding of the foundation of the language. She had figured out a study plan to get through the more than 2100 page book over the summer months as efficiently as possible whilst devising a flashcard system to retain what she learned.
"Oh Mildred," Hermione said, giving up on keeping the pages from fluttering. She'd just have to do extra work tomorrow to stay on track with her study plan. "I've met so many wonderful friends!"
"That's wonderful, dear," Mildred said, slightly taken aback Hermione would mention friends before mentioning something academic-related. "Tell me all about them!"
"My two best friends are Harry and Ron," Hermione answered. "They're brilliant. Well, not 'brilliant' as in smart, but they are exceptional friends. They're smart in their own way," she added. "I've learned a lot from them."
"Learning from friends is the best kind of learning," Mildred said.
"Indeed… Though there are some brilliant professors at school too. Harry is kind of like the brother I never had," Hermione said. "And Ron… Ron is infuriating but he makes me laugh sometimes."
"How so?" Mildred asked.
"Ronald has five brothers and a sister, so he is an expert in sarcasm," Hermione giggled. "He always has something to say about everything. And Harry is just so kind and caring. His parents died when he was young, and he had to live with his aunt and uncle. They are dreadful people, really; they didn't care for Harry at all. But, even though he wasn't shown compassion from his aunt or uncle, Harry only thinks about others instead of himself. It's quite fascinating to witness, really."
"It sounds like it," said Mildred with a smile.
"Speaking of Harry, I'm really worried about him," Hermione said with a sigh. "I've been writing to him every day and haven't received any response. He had to go back to live with his aunt and uncle for the summer holiday."
"Maybe he's just too busy to respond?" Mildred offered.
"No," Hermione shook her head. "I truly think they are keeping his mail from him. I don't know what to do."
"Perhaps you have the wrong address, dear," Mildred said softly, trying to help. She could see Hermione was getting upset and anxious.
Hermione shook her head. "No, certainly not," she said but didn't elaborate. Most of her letters to Harry were not going through the regular Muggle post. In the Wizarding World, letters and correspondence were delivered by owls. All one had to say was, "Deliver this to Harry Potter in Little Whinging, Surrey," and the owl would find the recipient. She had no doubt her letters were being delivered to Harry's home but once they got there, she didn't know what Harry's family was doing with them.
"I've been writing to Ron as well," Hermione continued. "He's not very forthcoming in his return letters, but he has confirmed Harry hasn't responded to his letters as well. So it's not just me."
"I'm sure there is a very rational explanation for it. Besides," Mildred said, "it has only been two weeks since you've been home. Perhaps he is just getting settled in before returning your letter."
Hermione just nodded her head. She didn't want to argue with Mildred because she'd have to admit to sending more than 15 letters in just two weeks (which was a little embarrassing but should have warranted a response from Harry, albeit an annoyed one). Also, to say Ron's letters were not very forthcoming was a dire understatement. Just the other day, Hermione had written to him:
I hope this owl and letter finds you and your family well. To continue where I left off in yesterday's letter, my parents surprised me with a new computer when we came home from King's Cross Station! A computer is a Muggle contraption for data processing and storing information. Your father would be utterly fascinated with it, I think! It has a monitor that looks similar to a muggle television set so you can see all of the information and data you are entering. It also has a keyboard to type it on that resembles a typewriter a bit, but much less cumbersome. I am very excited to start learning about this muggle technology and have already taken advantage of some of the educational programs it offers. For example, I am playing a fascinating game about the migration of settlers in the American Colonies. You have to survive in a covered wagon as you cross the continent in search of a better life. You can name the different characters within your wagon, and I'm sorry to report, Ron, that your namesake has died of dysentery three times now. I took a Muggle picture of the monitor the last time it happened (so unfortunately it doesn't move like the wizard photographs) and will include it in my next letter after we get our film developed. Please share it with your father on my behalf! It's not only funny but will be entertaining for your father!
My parents are also planning a fun trip to Piccadilly Circus for us. I am excited because even though we have only been away from Hogwarts for a few days, I have been dreadfully bored. There are multiple theaters on Shaftesbury Avenue we are looking into visiting. I am quite interested in attending a performance of Les Misèrables at the Palace Theatre. I read Victor Hugo's novel of the same name when I was seven and greatly enjoyed it. It will be fascinating to see how they have condensed 1,900 pages into a 2 hour and 40-minute musical. Do wizards have theatre and musicals? I would be interested to see if there were any differences between Muggle theatre and Wizard theatre, like there are in Wizard Chess, for example.
I am extremely anxious to receive our supplies list for our second year. I would like to get a head start on our studies. I have already ordered a copy of The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 2) by Miranda Goshawk and it is expected next week by owl. I wonder what other books we will need. Will you tell me at once when you receive your letter? I'm afraid my letter will be slightly delayed since I come from a Muggle family.
Have you spoken to your parents any more about having Harry and me visit this summer? I would like that very much. I could bring all kinds of Muggle things for your father to examine.
Speaking of Harry, I still have yet to receive a letter back from him. At this point, I would be happy to receive a reply as short and as infuriating as yours (really, Ronald, would it kill you to write more than five words?). I am starting to get worried that I haven't heard from Harry. Do you think his aunt and uncle are keeping his letters from him? Do you think they will stop him from coming back to Hogwarts next term? From what Harry has told me about them, they would be the type to do that and more. Have you heard anything from him?
I will write again tomorrow and hope to receive a slightly more substantial letter from you as soon as you receive this. I expect more than five words. Do not make me curse you, Ronald Weasley.
She received a return letter that evening in Ron's horrendous handwriting delivered by, quite possibly, the oldest owl in all of England.
I've not heard from Harry either (six words - Ha!).
"He couldn't even be bothered to write my whole name," Hermione had thought bitterly. "But at least he knew enough to put an apostrophe before it." The truth was Hermione was lonely, so even six words were a bright spot in her day. Just a year ago, she actually took solace in her lack of social interactions in Lavenham. Now, Hermione desperately missed having her friends to talk to. Mildred was lovely, but it just wasn't the same.
"Well, I should probably be going," Hermione said to Mildred. "I have a lot to do when I get home. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course!" Mildred said with a smile. "It's a date! And don't worry yourself too much about your friend and his letters. It's only been just a bit of time! He's probably just settling back in."
Hermione walked back to the Grangers' Cottage in the Lavenham heat with sweat pouring down her face. She let herself in the front door and walked straight into the kitchen. In the third drawer to the right of the oven, Hermione pulled out a bright, emerald green tea towel and ran it under the cold tap. When it was thoroughly soaked through, she put it on the nape of her neck. The cold cloth did little for her body temperature, but there was not much more she could do.
The emerald green colour of the towel reminded Hermione of Professor McGonagall. With another pang of loneliness, she recalled the brilliantly regal robes billowing around her favourite professor. Ever since Professor McGonagall had knocked on the Grangers' door the summer before, Hermione had felt a certain kinship and respect for the teacher. Throughout the school year, Hermione's admiration and respect only grew for the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall was the head of house for Gryffindor as well. Similar to Muggle schools, houses at Hogwarts were both the living and learning communities for its students. The houses compete throughout the school year by earning and losing points for various activities and academic achievements.
First-year students are sorted into their house when they first arrive at Hogwarts in a sorting ceremony. A talking hat, nicknamed the Sorting Hat, evaluated each student's personalities and potential future accomplishments before sorting them into one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. When Hermione was first sorted, the Sorting Hat nearly placed her in Ravenclaw because of her smarts (Ravenclaw is known for its intelligence), but she begged to be sorted into Professor McGonagall's house. Thankfully, the Sorting Hat complied, saying Hermione, while extremely intelligent, was also extremely brave and loyal - a sign of a Gryffindor.
Hermione sat down at her new computer and composed a letter to her favourite professor, hoping doing so would help ease her loneliness.
Dear Professor McGonagall,
I hope this note and owl find you well. My parents send their regards and gratitude for helping me break the Hogwarts School record last term for the best marks. I most certainly couldn't have done it without your expertise and guidance.
In preparation for next term, I have owl-ordered a copy of Miranda Goshawk's The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 2) and hope to have it delivered soon. Could you, perhaps, let me know what other books I will need? I have already read A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration in its entirety five times from our first year and am anxiously awaiting your lectures covering the second half of the book this coming term. I am particularly interested in hearing your take on Untransfiguration and the various counter-spells mentioned. Will "Reparifarge'' be included in this year's studies, or is that covered in our third year?
Do you have any other suggestions on additional studying I can work on? I would like to make sure I am prepared for my second year at Hogwarts and would appreciate your excellent guidance.
I anxiously await your reply by owl,
Hermione J. Granger
Hermione printed the letter, tore off the holes on the side of the paper, and signed her name with a quill and emerald-green ink. She didn't like how the "e" at the end of her signature looked, so she printed another copy from the computer. How wonderful it was to have such wonderful technology to reprint her letters until she got it right! It was almost as wonderful as magic. Almost.
Hermione placed the re-printed letter (with a perfect signature this time) into a beautiful square envelope and put it on top of the others to go out in the owl post. She reloaded the printer and started to type out another letter to her good friend, Neville Longbottom. Neville was her first friend at Hogwarts; they met on the Hogwarts Express. He was a particularly shy and clumsy boy, but Hermione felt fiercely protective of him and loved him as if he were her brother. Neville had a very stern grandmother who raised him, though Hermione admired the woman's resolve. She only wanted the best for Neville and would accept nothing less.
While they were at Hogwarts, Neville (unfortunately) got tangled up in Hermione, Harry, and Ron's adventures. Hermione actually had to hex poor Neville at one point. However, she was thankfully able to explain herself to Neville, and all was forgiven. Hermione was more than happy to keep in contact with Neville and appreciated his prompt replies.
I hope this letter finds you well! I'm so glad to hear you and your gran have been getting on since you've been home. I was also especially glad to hear how proud she was of your high marks in Herbology. I know we're only going into our second year which most people think is much too early to start thinking of career choices, but I think you should seriously consider becoming a professor. You are so knowledgeable when it comes to Herbology! Speaking of Herbology, what did you write for the "ideal habitat for Devil's Snare" for the exam? I know it thrives in a dark and damp environment, but I'm afraid I missed something as I only received a 99 out of 100.
I have been reading up on some of the things we will be learning about in Herbology with Professor Sprout this coming year. A lot of it looks simply fascinating. I am especially keen on learning about Mandrakes and their restorative properties. Have you had any experience with Mandrakes?
In response to your previous letter, I asked my friend, Mildred the librarian, about horticulture in the Muggle world. She has requested a few books on the subject that I can send to you by owl. Just remember to send them back! I think it's brilliant that you want to expand your knowledge. Cheers!
I don't know about you, but I am already counting down the days until we return to Hogwarts. I love spending time with my parents, of course, but I miss you all desperately. I am so glad you have forgiven me for performing the body-bind curse on you. I still feel dreadful about that. When we get back to Hogwarts, I will teach you some defensive spells so no one can ever do that to you again.
My parents are taking me to Piccadilly Circus in London to see a show. I suppose that will help with the boredom. I am going to make sure the Hogwarts' owls can find me there. It's fascinating how owls can find witches and wizards anywhere! Do you know much about the owl post? I'd love to learn more.
I can't wait to get your return letter. Please write back soon!
Hermione's printer whirled to life. She tore off the letter, stuck it in an envelope, and put it on top of the owl post pile. She had begged her parents to buy her an owl to send her letters over the summer holidays, but they had flat out refused. Hermione didn't understand it; her parents had been so wonderfully accepting of everything else in the Wizarding World, but they drew the line at getting an owl. Why they were so against a means of communicating with her friends (yet perfectly alright with things like wands and witches' hats) was beyond even Hermione's comprehension.
Before leaving Hogwarts for the summer months, Hermione arranged to have owls stop by her Muggle house every day to get her letters. The "postage" rate was a little more than what wizards would usually pay by owl, but Hermione didn't mind. She loved taking a few moments to slip some extra knuts into the owl's pouch each evening when they flew to her window - for those few extra moments, Hermione had a direct connection to the Wizarding World she missed so much.
Since Harry wasn't responding to any of Hermione's (or Ron's) letters by owl post, Hermione decided to follow up by sending a letter through the Muggle post. Perhaps Harry's aunt and uncle had an aversion to owls like her own parents. She opened up a new document on the computer and started to type.
I am hoping this letter will get to you through the Muggle post. I have sent multiple letters through our school's usual means of correspondence and haven't received a reply. I am very worried about you! Please write back to me as soon as you can. You can send it through either method - whatever you prefer. I anxiously await your reply.
Hermione was careful not to get into any specifics in case her letter was intercepted in the Muggle post. The Muggle post was not as reliable as owls, that's for sure. She printed the letter and wrote Harry's address. At first, Harry didn't want to give it to her. "You can just send me letters by owl, Hermione," he had said. "Why bother with the Muggle post?" Hermione shook her head. Harry's lack of response to the owl post was precisely why she had asked for his address. Honestly, that boy never thought ahead.
Finally cooled off enough after her walk home from the library, Hermione took her new flashcards outside to wait for the Muggle postman to mail Harry's letter. Finnegan, as he introduced himself one day, always had a fun story to tell Hermione to brighten her day. While the Royal Mail didn't normally offer mailing services from residences, Finnegan had graciously offered to take any of Hermione's stamped mail if she had it. He explained he had attended a boarding school when he was a lad and understood the need to stay connected with friends. Hermione couldn't agree more.
Hermione found some shade under the old, crooked tree in the Grangers' front yard and set to studying. The intoxicating smell of freshly mowed grass swept over her in the light breeze. "Cacabaceus, cacabacea, cacabaceum," she read on the front of the card and then paused for a moment. "Adjective; of, or pertaining to, a kitchen pot." She flipped the card over and was relieved she was correct. She placed the card at the bottom of her deck and looked at the next card. "Calo, calare, calavi, calatus," she read. "Verb: To announce or proclaim." Hermione flipped it over. Right again.
Finnegan was what Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, would consider as 'dreamy.' He had crystal blue eyes, a mess of dirty blonde hair, and a strong, sturdy build. Lavender, one of the four other girls Hermione shared a dorm room with at Hogwarts, was obsessed with boys. Every single piece of parchment Lavender got her hands on had some random boy's name on it with a heart. It was all Hermione could do to keep from rolling her eyes every time Lavender came into the room. Hermione couldn't be bothered with silly crushes.
Hermione continued with her flashcards but kept one eye on the quaint, country road for Finnegan. Finally, she saw him cresting the small hill and walking to her neighbour's house. Finnegan caught sight of her under the shade and gave an enthusiastic wave. "Hello, Hermione!" Finnegan called as he dropped the neighbor's post through their letterbox and walked in Hermione's direction. "It's right hot out, eh?"
"Quite!" Hermione replied.
"What are you studying today?" he asked.
"Latin again," Hermione said.
"All I know in Latin is 'Carpe Diem,'" Finnegan chuckled as he rifled through his bag.
"I'm sure you know loads more than that," Hermione said. "There are so many words and phrases we use every day that are Latin. For example, have you ever used the word 'bonus' before?"
"Of course," Finnegan exclaimed.
"That's a Latin word for 'good.' Also, have you ever used the phrase, 'quid pro quo?'"
"Indeed, I have."
"Well, that's Latin for 'something for something.' See? You know Latin!" Hermione said with a warm smile.
"Blimey, I do!" Finnegan chuckled. "I guess I should quit my job and start working at your fancy boarding school. You think they'll have me?"
"I'm sure they would," Hermione said, knowing right well they wouldn't dream of having a Muggle working at Hogwarts. "Oh, by the way, would you mind taking a letter of mine for my friend?"
"I don't mind at all! Ya know I'll always take ya letters. Must be hard, bein' away from all your friends all summer long," said Finnegan. Hermione nodded and handed over her letter to Harry. She watched Finnegan put it into a separate pouch in his bag. "Well, I'm happy to be your connection to your fancy school friends. It's nice to see ya smile. Must be some magical friends!" Hermione did a double-take at his wording, but Finn immediately changed the subject. "Oy, I have to tell you! Over at the Swan Hotel, two more of the guests ran out into the middle o'the street in their knickers in the middle o'the night, hollerin' about the ghosts again! I think it's Bridget and Keelin messin' about, but whoever or whatever it is, it's right funny!"
Hermione laughed at the mental image of two guests running out in the middle of the usually quiet road in front of the historic hotel. Last year, if she had heard this story, she would be convinced it was Brigid and Keelin (two mischievous receptionists at the hotel) pulling pranks… but now that she had been to Hogwarts and actually had a ghost as a professor, she knew there was a possibility it was a ghost.
"That's great," Hermione said. Though she thoroughly enjoyed Finnegan's stories, she never quite knew what to say in return. Hermione would have to write to Parvati, one of her other roommates, to ask; Parvati was an expert in social interactions and Hermione was… not.
"It is," Finnegan agreed. "I'd give anything to see the people runnin' out inna middle o'the street like that, I would," he laughed. Hermione laughed too because she didn't really know what to do otherwise. There was an awkward silence. "Right then," Finnegan said. "I should be on my way. Maybe I'll catch a ghost sighting!"
"Good luck!" Hermione said and then outwardly cringed at her awkwardness. As soon as Finnegan stepped into her neighbour's yard, Hermione ran inside to write Parvati a letter.