TheLovelyMadameJinx

Every so often during the winter holidays Hermione finds herself uncertain as to what she should be doing with her time. Perhaps she had become so absorbed with her studies— a formerly unconscious effort to prove that despite being a muggle she was worthy to be there at Hogwarts—that it’d become impossibly difficult to simply exist. Perhaps it had more to do with fact that one of her closest companion’s refused to give her the time of day. “Ron still not talking to you?” Hermione looks to the door to acknowledge her room’s new guest before shaking her head with a poignant smile. (Name) let out a de