Authors note-

So I've been super busy and I will continue to be so this is just going to be a filler chapter until I can publish the one if been slowly finishing.

I'm gonna write it like the narrator is talking to you.

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Hermione 3rd person pov

Hermione Granger looked peaceful. She was sleeping in her cute little full-sized bed with a sweet lilac-colored comforter. Her windows had pastel yellow curtains and she had a white bedside table with a vase sitting there, full of her second favorite flower arrangement, white roses, lilac, baby's breath, and borage flowers. Her absolute favorite arrangement of flowers would be lavender, lilies, baby's breath, white roses, and daffodils. She knew it wasn't a popular arrangement, but she liked it for what each flower represented, and their individual beauties. Some of the Weasleys know her favorite arrangement, but no one knows her most favorite flowers, though. She's never told anyone because she didn't like what they symbolize. She loves Crysanthimums, but they represent death in some parts of the world, her other favorite flowers are black and red roses but those represent death in the US, she also loves lilies with her whole heart but where she lives, they represent death as well. Oh, would you look at that, she's waking up. Well, she just headed down to breakfast. We'll check on her later.

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I know it's bad, suggest things PLEASE.

thank you,

Kenzie