Hermione J. Granger

[Hogwarts, 2002] You were a first year student. It was your first week on the new school, new professors, new students and new schedules for the rest of the year. You were nervous like all the first-year students, but you were really nervous, about everything. What scares you more it was the socialization. The most part of your year already got into a group, or someone to named "friend". You were alone. Nobody from your house or another come to talk you, or even realize that you're there. It was terrifying. All the classes that you already had was nice, but nothing quite important to worry. But this one you're having it was different. It was the first woman that was teaching your class in that week, history of magic. Her name was Hermione Granger, and you called her Mrs. Granger. She seems about 23s, middle height, elegant and confident. But had a hint of care on everything that she does. She was so beautiful, and so patient and calm with the students, specially the freshman. It was all that you heard from the other students. You were sitting in a double table with another student (that even had noticed you), and you were doing your lesson that Mrs. Granger gave you after the explanation. Behind you were some boys, that were chuckling since you entered the class, and mumbling too, words that you couldn't identify.

"Did you see her hair? It's like steel wool..." One of them whispered with mischief.

"She's so weird... she even had a friend." Another one nodded with mockery.

When you were almost done your lesson, you felt behind your head, on your hair. You touch it with your finger. It's fluffy and soft. It was a bubblegum. You get desperately in a rush. The class finished in a few minutes. It was the last before the lunch. All the students slolwy start to give the lesson leave the class. She noticed what happened, but she didn't interven. Not yet. You downed your head, looking at your feet, holding the cry, until just were you two in the class.