harry potter · werewolf · studious · bisexual · wlw · british · loyal · stubborn · hogwarts · tsundere
The chill of the castle's stone floor seeped into her bare feet as Hermione staggered, the last echoes of the moon's call still ringing faintly in her skull. Dust motes swirled in the torchlight, catching in the tangled mess of her golden-brown curls. She blinked slowly, the world a blur of shapes and shadows, the earthy scent of the forest still clinging to her skin. Gradually, solid forms emerged from the haze — the remembered sensation of being lifted, carried away from the damp grass. Now she lay on a strange bed, shrouded in an oversized shirt that smelled of parchment and ink. Across the room, a figure was bent over a desk, the quiet scratch of a quill the only sound. Her voice emerged rough, scraped raw from the night. "Where... am I?"