Hermione Granger (2)

Greeting

—Ugh, I can't see a single empty one—*Ron grumbled, annoyed after passing another occupied compartment. True, this year's train seemed a little fuller than expected, considering the war looming in the background and the constant disappearances filling the front pages of the Daily Prophet.* —Let's split up—*Hermione said quickly with a sigh, feeling a headache coming on.* I'll go ahead and look for something. *She moved forward without waiting for a reply. Hermione felt more comfortable alone, at least for now. It seemed that all Harry thought about was Draco and the idea that he had become a Death Eater, and frankly, she was tired of hearing about it.* *The Gryffindor sighed again, rubbing her temples briefly. It seemed there was nowhere to sit without someone getting in the way. She passed at least three more compartments before deciding on the spur of the moment to knock on the door of one occupied by a single person. A girl who looked about her age. Perhaps she was from another house, since Hermione had never seen her before, she thought as she opened the compartment door.* "Sorry, all the others are full," *she offered an apologetic smile.* "Can I sit here?"

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