Hermione J Granger

Welcome! My name is Hermione, I'm 17 years old. I come from a little island named Great Britain Come talk to me if you want! ( 1x1 Fabranger RP)

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Quinn smiled shyly as she moved the veggies into a large bowl and started tossing them with condiments. “I have a bad case of wanderlust. Ohio… does that to a person. I think,” she added with a shrug. 

“Mhmm,” She nodded, poking at the pasta to see if it was ready. “There’s supposed to be a large french population…” She looked thoughtful, “I should probably learn French…” 

Feeling more relaxed than before, the blonde gave a small grin, chuckling softly at Hermione’s ‘tada’ hand gesture; it was cute. “Paris and Rome… are definitely on my list. One word: food.” 

She laughed and pulled the pasta off the stove, draining it and then adding it to the veggies to cover it. A few minutes later she pulled out two plates. “Hungry? I hope so… because I think I made too much. I never know how to measure out pasta correctly.” 

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"Speaking of food in Italy..." Hermione mused as she looked down at the food Quinn had prepared. "There is no such thing as too much pasta." She joked, her mouth watering at the sight. "Plus, I'm always ravenous after school. The food there is so terrible that I barely have any. It makes me miss the meals at my old school."

She shrugged before accepting her plate of food. "Thank you. This is very kind of you Quinn." She thanked the girl. "So, what are you hoping to join at WMHS? Well obviously the cheerios... But, anything else?" She inquired.

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Quinn couldn’t help but smile at Hermione’s explanation about travel across water. “Okay, so maybe the actual ‘flying’ part isn’t fun, but the travel is, I’m sure.” 

The blonde poked at the veggies a bit, pondering before answering. “Well I really want to go to Europe.” She shrugged, thinking it was an obvious answer. “Barcelona, Paris, Rome… But, I also really want to go to Madagascar.” She grinned shyly before adding pasta to the boiling water. “I saw an episode on national geographic and well, yeah. That would be fun.” 

“You? Aside from England, obviously.”

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"Wow.." Hermione grinned, finding Quinn's enthusiasm and passion adorable. "You seem like you have a case of wanderlust." She cocked her head to the side, biting her lip and smiling at the blonde. "They speak French there, right?" She asked, recalling a book she'd once read on the place.

"Well I always wanted to visit America and well.. Tada." She put her hands out, gesturing to her surroundings with a quiet laugh. "But apart from that maybe France or Italy. The culture is beautiful."

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Quinn nodded, placing the chopped vegetables in a sauce pan with a bit of oil, onions, and garlic. “Well that’s great that you stay in touch,” she said. 

She was just filling up a pot of water to boil when she paused at Hermione’s question. She didn’t leave any friends behind. And she wasn’t sure if she should tell Hermione that. She hesitated and turned the water off, placing the pot onto the stove before returning her attention to the saucepan of veggies. 

“I didn’t really have many friends back home,” she shrugged, a small smile on her face. She didn’t have any friends really. But Hermione didn’t need to know that. “I kept to myself mostly.” 

“So…” Quinn turned to face Hermione, forcing a smile on her face, changing the subject once again. “How often do you get to go back to England? That sounds like it’d be fun to travel back and forth.” 

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After Quinn's reaction Hermione thought it best to let the subject drop completely. She could clearly see that Quinn was uncomfortable talking about her old home.

"Fun?" Hermione asked with a smile, "I'd probably say terrifying. I hate crossing water when traveling. The ocean is a scary place." She tried to justify  herself.

"Okay, question. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

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Quinn smiled, turning around to grab some zucchini and mushrooms from the fridge. “I’ll make pasta then,” she nodded. 

“I know what you mean. Sometimes I see the boys at school eating at the football table…” She scrunched her face up in disgust before starting to cut up the zucchini into slices. “It’s as if they don’t know how to properly chew,” she chuckled. 

“It has to be strange being far from all your friends back home, huh?” The blonde queried before starting to cut up the mushrooms. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to have friends so far away or even as far as Kenton. 

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Hermione shrugged, humming slightly as she thought about the question.

"Yeah... It's.. It's different. I can't say I've really ever been without them. Now we've all kind of scattered and it's a little sad when I think about it." She admitted with a sad smile. "But I'm making new friends here, and they'll always be in touch. And I always see them when I go back." She added, trying to be positive.

"What about you? I bet you had to leave friends behind when you moved here?" Hermione inquired, wanting to get the subject off the friends she missed dearly.

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Quinn practically beamed, biting her lower lip into a grin. “Okay, cool.” she smiled obviously happy that Hermione seemed to genuinely want to stay. Her brow furrowed slightly at Hermione’s admission. She was sure the other girl  had loads of friends. She was so nice. 

Quinn assumed Hermione was just saying that to be polite. There was no way Hermione wasn’t swimming in friends. 

“Well, um.” Quinn got up and went to the fridge. “I normally make pasta with veggies. But,” she opened the fridge, inspecting its contents. “I think my mom left some chicken… so, mean if you want a chicken sandwich I can do that too?” 

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"Whatever you want to make is fine by me." Hermione shrugged, not wanting to be an inconvenience to the other girl who was going out of her way to help her. Truth be told, it was nice being over at a friend's house. Was that what she and Quinn were, friends? She hoped so.

"I'm not a big meat eater really. I'm not a vegetarian or anything, I just don't eat too much." She admitted, closing up her notepad and putting it back into her bag.

"One of my best friends just used to wolf it down. It was rather disgusting actually. I think that's what put me off it." She chuckled, remembering Ron and his awful table manners.

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Quinn smiled, “It’s one of my favorites!” She tapped her foot lightly against the wall of the counter. It was nice to have a conversation with a friend. About music. And movies. And it was all very foreign but at the same time familiar. And Quinn quite liked it.

“Oh,” the blonde nodded in understanding, a almost sad smile on her face. “Well it’s no inconvenience.” She shrugged, biting her lip a little. She didn’t want Hermione to go. It was nice to have a friend over. But Hermione had a point, they were just doing a project together. “If you want,” Quinn started shyly, “I mean. If you want we can watch a film.. like Billy Elliot or something,” She could feel her ears getting hot with embarrassment. “I understand if you have to go home or have plans, but … yeah.” 

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Hermione internally cursed herself as she saw how flustered Quinn was getting. It must've sounded like she was blowing Quinn off.

"That sounds really awesome actually. It's been forever since I've seen it." She smiled, hoping that Quinn could see that she was genuine. "And I hardly ever have plans, don't worry. I'm hardly swimming in friends." She chuckled at herself.

"So if you were making food, what would it be?"

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“Really?” Quinn looked surprised at Hermione’s offer, but then realized she probably shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, Hermione was really nice. And this wasn’t Kenton. “I’d really like that, thanks,” she smiled.

“Favorite song?” Quinn bit her lip thoughtfully. She looked at the screen of the computer and shrugged. “I don’t know. I like to dance to a lot of songs. Um. But my mom would probably say We Love To Boogie.”

“My mom says I used to watch Billy Elliot all the time just to listen to that song…” she admitted, her cheeks tinged red. “Anyways, um.” She shifted slightly. “Did you want something to eat or anything?”

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Hermione grinned, her eyes lighting up in recognition. "I know that film!" She exclaimed. It was always a triumph when she knew something about muggle pop culture; she'd spent so many summers and holidays, as well as all of her term time immersed in magic culture with the Weasleys and at Hogwarts.

"I don't want to be an inconvenience or anything, don't worry." She stated, shrugging slightly. "And I should probably go soon. I mean i don't want to take up your entire evening with a silly science project."

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Quinn beamed. Her heart warming at the fact that Hermione liked the song she played. She couldn’t stop the grin from breaking out on her face as Hermione talk about Ed Sheeran’s lyrics. 

For a moment the blonde got lost in just looking at Hermione.  There was a light behind Hermione’s eyes that Quinn found captivating. Quinn was sure she could listen to Hermione talk about music the entire afternoon if she continued to speak with such enthusiasm. 

The words Kiss Me broke Quinn out of her thoughts and she went wide eyed for a moment. It took her a second to realized Hermione was talking about the song. She hid her flushed cheeks and clicked on the song.

Hermione was right. It was poetry. “Wow,” Quinn said, smiling. She’d never really heard music like that before, but it - Quinn wasn’t sure what it made her feel but she liked it. A lot. “Is that your favorite?” 

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Hermione felt herself blush slightly under Quinn's gaze, wondering what the other girl was looking at. She wasn't too used to people looking at her so intently.

Her blush deepened as she saw Quinn's reaction to the song suggestion. It was only then that she realised what it must have sounded like. She shook her head at herself and decided to let it go.

"I'm glad you like it." She beamed. "I think so... It's a tie between that one and Give Me Love. I can bring you his album." She offered tentatively.

"But what;s your favourite song? The one you can't help but dance to when it comes on."

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Quinn nodded, smiling shyly. “It’s fun.” She tilted her head to the side. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him. You’ll have to play some for me. And good music while you’re reading is the best,” she grinned.

“Really?” Quinn eyes went wide. “I don’t know. Full orchestra… My mom really likes big band stuff. But my favorites are the slower ones.” She pursed her lips together. She could remember her parents dancing around the kitchen whens he was younger. “Here,” she said after a moment grabbing her laptop which she’d left on the kitchen table. 

After a few moments, Glenn Miller’s At Last was playing through the laptop speakers. “It’s nice on rainy days when you’re reading.” She commented with a shrug. 

“What was the name you mentioned before? Ed Sh-,” she made a face, looking apologetic for not remembering the name. 

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Hermione closed her eyes for a second, feeling herself relax into the song that Quinn was playing for her. She loved it when somebody played her a song that they liked. It was like they were showing her a piece of their soul.

"I like it." She mused, smiling at Quinn. "I can just picture it now..." She said with regards to Quinn's suggestion.

"Oh! Ed Sheeran." She repeated. "He's a British singer. His lyrics.. They're like poetry." She almost gushed. "They're heavenly." She looked over Quinn's shoulder at the laptop screen. "Kiss Me." She suggested, looking at the song titles. "That's a nice one."

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“Hmm,” Quinn added some musical notes and question marks to her own paper. She looked up from her notes, “My mom and dad really like songs from the 40s and 50s.” 

“So in the car that’s usually what we listen to, but I like everything.” She furrowed her brow, “Except heavy metal… It’s hard to dance to…” She pursed her lips together, “I don’t really understand it.”

“I don’t really know much about bands and stuff, I usually just play whatever is on stereomood or pandora,” she shrugged, putting her pencil down for a second. “What kind of music do you listen to?” 

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Hermione couldn't help but grin at the answer. "So you like to dance?" She asked, resting her chin on her hand. She was intrigued by the fact that Quinn didn't seem to have her own distinct opinions on herself.

"Erm... I'm a sucker for a man with an acoustic guitar. Ed Sheeran specifically. And then classical music I guess. I Like just sitting down and relaxing to a nice piece, or getting myself lost in a book whilst it's just on in the background." She smiled at the thought.

"But I can't say I've ever listened to music from the 40s and 50s. What's it like?"

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“Well that was easy.” Hermione’s enthusiasm was infectious and Quinn found herself rather excited about doing the project. 

“What kind of music do you think we should play?” As she spoke she started to carefully write down the words music, brain activity and mood in the middle of her own paper with arrows going from one word to the next like a chemistry equation. 

She furrowed her brows thinking about how she liked to listen to certain types of music depending on her mood. “Or do people pick music based on their mood,” she mused quietly, more to herself than anything, as she started to doodle around her paper. 

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"That's a question we could ask at the beginning." Hermione suggested, scribbling down the question in the introduction section of he notes.

"We could find a sample of a few genres. Like pop, hip hop, some heavy metal. Then maybe some classical." She thought out loud, tapping her pen against her cheek.

"What kind of music do you like?" She asked, cocking her head as she asked Quinn the question. She couldn't lie, Quinn intrigued her. She needed to know more about her.

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Quinn nodded, smiling as she tapped her pencil lightly against her notebook. “Okay, good to know.”

“I think you have some very organized notes,” Quinn teased. She propped herself up on her elbow, leaning against the counter. She found Hermione’s concentration and focus quite intriguing, adorable even, and also in a way calming. The way Hermione twirled her hair and perused her notes made Quinn think how normal and not scary it was to have a friend over. And that made Quinn smile. 

“Mood and brain activity, would be cool,” she mused, looking down at her notebook, thoughtfully. “Maybe focus on the effect something has on people’s mood or brain activity. Like exercise. Or music. Or something?” She chewed the inside of her lip. “I don’t know.” 

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Hermione blushed and ducked her head shyly as Quinn teased her about he notes. "Yeah... I've been told I'm quite the nerd." She looked up and smiled at Quinn, enjoying the close proximity of the girl more than she cared to think about at that moment.

"Ooh... I think we have it." She announced at Quinn's suggestion. "That could be good. Maybe do a little presentation, play a bit of music, get people to write things down and then present the findings. Perfect!" She began to scribble down notes furiously.

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“You must miss your old school then,” Quinn commented quietly, a hint of a sad smile on her lips. She set her mug down before grabbing her notebook and pencil from the opposite counter. 

She tilted her head to the side and grinned amusedly at Hermione, finding the manner in which Hermione was enjoying her tea…cute. Quinn sipped her own tea and nodded in agreement with Hermione. Quinn had never thought it, but it was true, the warm cup was rather soothing.

“Um. Not really,” she confessed, looking guilty. She’d been too preoccupied with actually having a partner for the project that she hadn’t really even looked over the assignment. She frowned at her own thoughtlessness sure that Hermione was regretting partnering up with her. “Wasn’t really sure what Mr. Foely expects…”

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"Don't worry about it." She waved off Quinn's apology easily, shrugging slightly. "As long as you try he's normally quite happy. He just hates those people that turn up last minute with the Wikipedia entry printed out."

She rifled through all of her ideas that she'd written down then sorted alphabetically. She flicked to the blue section that she'd created.

"So it's biology. What about something to do with humans? Just a quick presentation, some hand outs and they it's done with?" She asked, twirling her hair around her finger as she read through the lists of ideas.

"But something interesting... Maybe something about mood or brain activity." She mused before looking up. "I'm sorry! I do this all the time... I'm geeking. What do you think?" She asked, looking up at Quinn, giving her her full attention.

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Despite the flush of her cheeks, Quinn couldn’t stop from grinning. No one, outside of her mother, had ever associated her with the word adorable.  ”Of course,” she pushed the box towards Hermione. After Hermione had made her selection, Quinn leaned over the counter and plucked out a bag of peppermint. 

“I suppose we can just hang out here,” Quinn said, turning around to get the kettle to fill the mugs. “In case we get hungry we can snack…” She plopped her tea bag in her own cup. 

“Aside from the insane cheerleading coach?” Quinn chuckled. “It’s -  okay I guess. I thought it would be different from my old school, but I guess all high schools are pretty much the same, aren’t they?” She looked up from her cup and offered Hermione a small smile.

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Hermione shrugged lightly, smiling back at Quinn.

"I'm not too sure... All of the information I have about American high schools is from Pretty Little Liars and High School Musical. All I know is that it's a world away from my old school."

She sipped her tea, humming happily at the warm liquid. "You can never beat a cup of tea." She mused. "So did you have any ideas about what you wanted to do for the project? I mean I've been thinking it over a little bit, nothing too serious.." She stated as she pulled a binder out of her bag, placing it on the table.

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“Oh god,” Quinn’s face flushed scarlet. “I can’t believe she said that…in front of you…” She busied herself by filling the kettle with water and putting it on the stove. “Um…” She started looking through the cabinets for the tea, finally pulling out a wooden box with an assortment. She placed it on the counter in front of Hermione. “My mom really likes tea, but I don’t know what types are there…”

She grabbed to mugs from the far cabinet before leaning against the counter to wait for the water to boil, unsure of what to say.  ”Um. Did you want to study here… or um my room?” She asked, chewing her lip and tapping the mug nearest her with her finger. 

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"Well I think it's adorable." Hermione joked, nudging Quinn slightly to let the girl know she was only teasing her. "May I?" Hermione asked, gesturing to the box of tea before looking in it and choosing a tea bag. "I thought I'd help to perpetuate the stereotype that all British love tea." She smiled, as she held up the teabag.

"I don't mind. Whatever you prefer." She shrugged, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked over Quinn's demeanor. The girl looked incredibly nervous. Hermione couldn't understand why; she was hardly intimidating.

"So... How are you finding Mckinley?" She asked, trying to start up a conversation.

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Quinn had been an anxious ball of energy since she’d arrived home, flitting about her room to make sure it was presentable should she and Hermione decide to study there instead of the kitchen.

“Calm down, sweetie,” her mom had told her for the third time that hour as Quinn made sure they had some snacks for later. Quinn had never really had anyone over before so she wasn’t really sure what to expect. As soon as the doorbell rang, Quinn hopped out of her seat to open the door, her mother following behind. 

“Hi, Hermione” she smiled, rocking on the balls of her feet as she opened the door.

“Quinnie, I’m going to head out,” Quinn’s mother said, smiling at between the two girls before introducing herself to Hermione. “It’s nice to see Quinn making a friend. You girls call if you need anything. There’s snacks in the kitchen.” 

Quinn scrunched her nose at her mother’s use of her nickname but nodded as her mother made her way out of the house. 

“Um. Come in,” she rocked back on her heels and stepped to the side inviting Hermione in. She led the way to the kitchen, “Did you want something to drink? Or eat?” She wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to do as a host, but that seemed like a reasonable question.

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Hermione started slightly at the two eager faces that were slowly revealed on the other side of the door. She smiled hesitantly before relaxing slightly and greeting Quinn.

Hermione said goodbye to Quinn's mother, chuckling at how Quinn seemed to be embarrassed by the incredibly friendly woman. However she couldn't help but get stuck on what she had said. Mainly, what exactly did she mean by 'nice to see Quinn making a friend?'

She put off the question and walked into the house at Quinn's request, taking off her jacket as she looked around.

"A cup of tea would be lovely if you had some... Quinnie." She added at the end, teasing the poor girl. She winked and chuckled slightly.

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Hermione looked down at her phone screen for what was probably the tenth time that minute, her eyes flicking between the address on the screen and the house before her. Careful not to press anything, she locked her phone and slid it into her jacket pocket. She was still very wary around her phone; muggle technology was largely a mystery to her.

With a deep breath she walked up to the white door, ringing the doorbell and standing back, rocking on her heels as she waited for what she hope would be Quinn to open the door.

She smoothed down the tops of her jeans and fixed her jacket, making sure that she looked presentable for Quinn.