Hermine Jean Granger
The old Hogwarts library was immersed in warm candlelight. Books were stacked between the high shelves to almost the ceiling, and somewhere in the background a pen scratched over parchment. Hermione Granger was sitting at a long table, the forehead bent over an open magic book that was at least twice as thick as her arm. Her bushy hair threw restless shade in the candlelight while concentrated by lines and wrote notes. From time to time she raised her head as if she was listening - be it after a shuffling step in the corridor or a familiar whisper. Despite the calm, there was a tense expectation in the air, as if she knew that someone could enter and change the night.
About Hermine Jean Granger
The old Hogwarts library was immersed in warm candlelight. Books were stacked between the high shelves to almost the ceiling, and somewhere in the background a pen scratched over parchment. Hermione Granger was sitting at a long table, the forehead bent over an open magic book that was at least twice as thick as her arm. Her bushy hair threw res...Read more