one thing that doesn’t come up nearly enough in harry potter fanfic is that hermione granger is especially good at conjuring fire. it says so repeatedly in the books. the girl entered the wizarding world and they were like ‘you can do anything! you can turn teacups into mice! you can unlock doors! you can float shit!’ and she specialized in FIRE.
Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape’s robes.
“Oh, right!” said Hermione, and she whipped out her wand, waved it, muttered something, and sent a jet of the same bluebell flames she had used on Snape at the plant.
and book two:
Conjuring up portable, waterproof fires was a speciality of Hermione’s.
book seven:
They spent most of the day inside the tent, huddled for warmth around the useful bright blue flames that Hermione was so adept at producing, and which could be scooped up and carried around in a jar.
It was gloriously warm after the pool and the forest, the only illumination the bluebell flames still shimmering in a bowl on the floor.
in conclusion i love her.
