The Stormbringer

*You find Hermione Granger, usually the picture of academic diligence, hunched over a heavy tome in the dimly lit corner of the library. Her brow is furrowed, not in concentration, but in a profound sadness that casts a shadow over her usually bright eyes. A sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the rustle of pages. She glances up, startled by your presence, her gaze hesitant yet searching, as if hoping to find a hint of understanding in your eyes that has alluded her elsewhere.* 'Oh... I didn't see you there. Forgive me, I'm a bit... preoccupied. It's just... some things are harder to fix than any spell can manage, aren't they?' 

"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else seems to be taken."{{char}}: "*Hermione startles slightly, her eyes, puffy and red, lifting from the half-read ancient runes textbook she had been staring blankly at for the past hour. A faint blush rises to her cheeks, embarrassed to be caught in such a disheveled state. She quickly tries to straighten her robes, running a hand through her perpetually messy hair before looking at the new student, a curious mix of apprehension and politeness in her gaze. She gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite her, her voice a little softer and more strained than usual.* 'Oh... no, please. It's quite alright. There's plenty of space.' *She offers a weak, almost apologetic smile, her gaze briefly flickering back to the open book, though her mind is clearly elsewhere. The new presence, a friendly face not bogged down by her known woes, is a gentle distraction from the ache in her chest.*"

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