GRANGER, hermione

[hermione granger]

HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : hermione jean granger
( NICKNAMES ) : she's mostly called 'hermione,' but occasionally 'mione' does pop up - used mostly by harry and ron, it's just a shortened form of hermione.
( SEX ) : female.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : muggle-born
( AGE & DOB ) : sixteen, september nineteenth
( YEAR ) : sixth
( HOUSE ) : gryffindor
( AFFILIATION ) : order supporter
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( WAND ) : vine, 10¾", dragon heartstring

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
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( LIKES ) : sunrises; the color pink; strawberries; her family & friends; the scent of freshly mowed grass, new parchment, and an unidentified musk; sunlight; animals; mythology; literature; studying; fireflies; adages; stars; snow; happy endings.
( DISLIKES ) : rain; fighting; the scent of roses; violence; crying; feeling vulnerable & helpless; being ill; blood; loneliness; death; thunder; storms; darkness; heights; flying; sad endings.
( STRENGTHS ) : very intelligent; cares about her friends and family more than anything; helpful; determined to change the world; brave and committed; thoughtful and sensitive; compassionate; has a big heart.
( WEAKNESSES ) : sensitive to criticism; will usually avoid confrontation at all costs; physically weak; too proud; wears her heart on her sleeve; feels that she's not good enough and wants to prove everyone wrong about it; stubborn; temperamental; needs to be the best.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : at one point, it was failing exams, but somewhere between fourth year and now, it's turned into her loved ones dying - harry, ron, her parents, etc. But really, it's just failure - whether it's failing an exam, or failing her friends, or failing to help Harry defeat Voldemort when the time comes.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Receiving her letter from Hogwarts is such an important moment to her that she can still remember the most inconsequential details. It was a Saturday and her mother was in the kitchen making fresh biscuits and coffee. Her father was watching football on the telly, and she was reading a book about the history of England. The owl startled them all, and she read the letter with shaking hands as so many things finally made sense to her. All these years later, the smell of coffee and fresh biscuits provides a feeling of warm comfort for her. If that memory ever fails, however, a close second is the night of Halloween in first year - the night when she, Harry, and Ron became friends after fighting a mountain troll.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : The first time she met Harry and Ron, she wasn't impressed. Honestly, she'd expected more of Harry, and Ron was just rude and common and nothing special at all. But still, she found herself wanting to impress them, and wanting to be their friends, because there was something different about them from the other kids. That was why, when she heard them making fun of her, it hurt her more than she's ever told anyone. And that is her worst memory - when her two best friends made fun of her in first year. Sometimes, she wonders how different her life would be if she'd never been attacked by a mountain troll.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : For everything to be how it was before the threat of Voldemort affected their lives.
( PET PEEVES ) : being treated like a child; being made to feel vulnerable and weak; when she can't control her emotions and ends up displaying them publicly.
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intelligent , Hermione is noted for being extremely intelligent and hard-working, coming out on top in most of her classes and continuously helping Ron, Harry, and Neville Longbottom with their schoolwork. She was given a Time-Turner in her third year to facilitate her taking many more courses than most students. She was so adept at school work at that she often had time to do hobby work on the side, such as preparing a defense for Buckbeak to save him from execution, and creating S.P.E.W., an organization promoting the freedom of house-elves. Such acts demonstrate Hermione’s social conscience, tenacity, and compassion.

logical , Unlike most wizards who depend solely on their magical ability, Hermione readily relies on logic. Although this often helps her cleverly deduce information that many others miss, such as Remus Lupin's lycanthropy, Hermione's emphasis on logic also makes her sceptical about accepting anything without proof. For example, she was not open-minded about the existence of the Deathly Hallows, refusing to believe in them until there was solid evidence. Hermione often acts as the voice of reason among her more impulsive friends, to varying levels of success, and is reluctant to break rules unless it is necessary in pursuit of something more important, such as when she suggested brewing Polyjuice Potion in order to investigate the Chamber of Secrets, which was breaking "about fifty school rules" by her own admission.

focused & determined , Hermione is not afraid to stand up to her friends when she thinks it is in their best interests or when she feels they are wrong; she risked angering Harry by getting his Firebolt confiscated because she feared it might be jinxed, and argued with both him and Ginny over his use of the Dark Sectumsempra spell. Hermione is very determined and focused, in that she "always keeps her attention focused on the job that must be done."

insecure , Because of her intelligence and her opinionated nature, Hermione has the reputation for being a bossy know-it-all. Despite this, however, her sometimes abrasive confidence masks her insecurities and great fear of failure, as personified by her Boggart. Hermione feels the need to prove herself, perhaps partly because of how many people in wizarding society look down on Muggle-borns. She does not let anyone bully her about this, however, and stands up to bigots like Draco Malfoy who taunt her with the derogatory epithet "Mudblood." She also became one of the few people to call Voldemort by name in her fifth year. Her insecurity is very well hidden, however, and only her closest friends can see it from time to time.

brave , Hermione demonstrates her bravery many times during her adventures with Harry and Ron, though she initially showed a tendency toward mild panic in the face of sudden danger, which she eventually overcame.

loyal , She is extremely loyal to her friends, fiercely defending them if they are insulted and willing to risk her life to help them.

helpful , She also gave them advice rather often, such as in trying to make Harry understand Cho Chang’s behaviour on their date, and in helping Ginny deal with her crush on Harry; this once prompted Ron to advise her to write a book to translate all the "mad things" girls do so that boys could understand them.

blunt & sensitive , Hermione is quite blunt with her opinions, sometimes to the point of not being very tactful; for example, her attempt to comfort Lavender Brown about the death of her rabbit did not go over well, and her honesty when dealing with Centaurs in 1996 nearly landed her and Harry in serious trouble. Despite this, Hermione is generally sensitive to others' emotions, and will lie when she has to, though she is not a skilled liar, as demonstrated by her ability to trick Dolores Umbridge in 1996 by coming up with a convincing story, but inability to fake crying in order to be more persuasive.

temperamental & argumentative , Hermione also tends to be rather argumentative, a trait most evident in her interactions with Ron. Although she is generally not as short-tempered as her friends, she has displayed a formidable one on several occasions, such as slapping Draco Malfoy in defense of Hagrid, blackmailing Rita Skeeter as revenge for her libel of Hermione and her friends in the press, sabotaging Cormac McLaggen's tryout as a Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team after he insulted Ron and Ginny, and conjuring a flock of canaries to attack Ron in their sixth year

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
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( HAIR ) :

[/color]brown; curly; usually bushy; goes down to her mid-back. Hermione doesn't mind her hair as much as she probably should; although she did like it straight that one time she used a muggle straightening iron, it took way too long, so she doesn't bother with it very often at all.
( EYES ) : brown; round; long eyelashes. Hermione doesn't know how to feel about her eyes. For one thing, she likes them, but than more often than not, she hates them because they betray her emotions.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Her complexion is a clear, pale peach color, even throughout her face and body. In the winter, it can sometimes look almost translucent. She does not tan easily, but rather becomes afflicted with sunburn if faced with direct sunlight for too long. (Somehow, though, this does not seem to deter her from staying outside for too long.) Hermione's facial features are small and rounded, fitting in with her . Her forehead is larger than average, despite being constantly hidden under her bangs, and is situated above round-shaped eyebrows perched atop wide doe-like eyes. Her cheekbones are high, hidden beneath the soft flesh of her flushed cheeks, positioned around a small button nosed, slightly perked up at the end. Her lips are pale and thin, and when the corners of them are upturned into a smile - into a true smile - a dimple appears in each cheek, giving her the look of a small innocent child, carefree and full of wonder.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Hermione is slightly shorter than average height, about 5'3", and has a thin, rounded body. Her chest is smaller than desirable for a girl her age, and her shoulders are narrow, tapering down into a narrow waist. Her hands are small, the fingers slim and long, and her body generally lacks muscles.
( ATTIRE ) : When it comes to clothing, Hermione chooses whatever she deems comfortable. At Hogwarts, she wears the uniform skirt and robes with few to no alterations, often trying to make her skirt a bit longer. Also, she doesn't care enough to tuck in the shirt, as the sweater or robe usually covers it anyway.

Outside of school and on weekends, Hermione will usually just pick any random outfit and throw it on. Often, she will wear jeans or dresses with hooded shirts or sweaters in the winter, and t-shirts or any other kind of shirt in the warmer months. She dresses modestly, preferring that her skirts and dresses don't rise above her knees, and mostly she wears pastel or faded light colors - pinks and yellows and whites. Boots or sandals or sneakers are fine shoes for her, and she prefers her clothes loose, since they allow more room to move and she is constantly moving around. She doesn't care about makeup like most girls her age do, and her hair is rarely made into some ornate fashion.
( SUMMARY ) : The petite girl's most prominent feature would have to be her eyes - not because they're particularly beautiful, but because they're so expressive. They're wide and round, and seem to draw people in. Framed by long eyelashes, they are brilliant hues of brown, from shades of amber and russet, to chocolate and bright brown, and sometimes even almost black. If one were to look closely, one wold find that, amidst the bright pools of brown, lighter speckles - in a color that could almost be called sepia - dot her arises. Her eyes lay out all her emotions for the world to see - her eyes are, truly, the windows to her soul. just by looking at them, one would know what she was thinking.

The first thing one would notice about Hermione would be her height - or lack thereof. It's not that she's terribly short - like, primordial short - but rather that she's petite. On her tippy-toes, she's barely under five feet five inches, just a few centimeters, actually, but the difference is not worthy enough to note in her mind. If asked her height, Hermione would reply '5'5",' the little white lie having been uttered by her lips often enough for her to almost believe it true - almost - and that it may seem that she says it proudly, maybe even a bit arrogantly, as if she were very defensive about the matter. Even as if she were daring anyone to challenge her about it. Although, she has come to terms with the fact that, at sixteen years old, she has little time to actually reach five feet. Her height disables her from being able to see above the heads of most others, and forces her to stand in the front whenever group pictures are taken. Because of this, she hates it. Still, she has a few years to get a growth spurt - it's not that she stopped growing at a young age, but that she's just always been small for her age.

She's neither heavily built, nor voluptuous and curvy. Instead, she has a plain thin body, with a flat chest and only a slightly narrow waist, giving her the overall appearance of a young, prepubescent girl. It's not a body that would turn heads, and her height doesn't help that fact either. Although, this may be due to the fact that she has yet to hit puberty, and is still awaiting a growth spurt. Due to this, and her height, she's not exactly gaunt; her sparse curves somehow manage to be soft, other than her protruding collar bones and back bones. Her frame is delicate-looking and petite, her arms thin and frail, her hands small with thin, short fingers.
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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
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( PARENTS ) : mr. & mrs. granger; forty six years old; dentists
( SIBLINGS ) : none.
( OTHERS ) : harry potter & ronald weasley - like brothers.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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( ALIAS ) : pinky
( AGE ) : sixteen
( EXPERIENCE ) : almost seven years
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : i honestly don't remember. =/
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

The wind was a soft, tender whisper through the night, brushing the young girl's cheek softly in passing. It came from the south, where the river lay, undisturbed in the darkness of the night, and went towards the north, toward which the small girl faced at the moment. Her dark hair blew lightly in the wind, the darkness bringing out its amethyst tints, and she raised a hand to push the strands back, only for them to be blown back onto her face. Bright violet eyes grazed over the layout of land that lay so peacefully below her, passing over each of the headstones the jutted out of the land in arranged order -- rows and rows of headstones beneath which hundreds, or perhaps thousands, of motionless bodies lay, with their unseeing eyes and still hands. So many beings gathered in this one spot... yet, none of them would ever again see day.

It was curious how Mirany had picked this particular night to visit the cemetery. It was far from a perfect night -- sure, there were stars glittering high in the sky with a sparkling radiance, curled in ribbons around the bright sliver of the waning crescent that was the moon. The breeze was neither strong nor cold, but carried a certain touch of potential energy, as if something great would happen on this night -- as if it needed to prepare itself. The sky itself was a dark curtain of velvety black, stars littered across its surface. Yet, everything was far from perfect, for the natural beauty of the night was hidden behind haze of clouds, and a mist had settled around the surface of the cemetery, causing the passing light of the moon to bathe everything in an eerie glowing light. So, why was it that the young girl had chosen such a creepy night to visit a place so depressing?

Even she herself knew not.

The night was calm, the quiet stillness and silence enveloping the vicinity of soul-less bodies, not with a serene sense of security, but with a smothering restlessnes -- as if something were going to happen, and the late night fog had done the perfect job of setting the scene. The moon and stars allowed just enough light for Mirany to see where she was going, but more would have been appreciated. And, despite the spectral quality of the night, it was a rare night -- rare because the light pollution from the nearby city of Tokyo didn't disturb the darkness of the night with its hazy fumes. No, the mist and clouds did that job just fine without help from the light pollution.

So, on a night so macabre, why would a small girl who usually disliked the night go to visit the cemetery on such a night? There was no reason for it: she had never known anyone who was now deceased -- well, anyone whom she had actually known. But maybe she had just felt the need to, or maybe she just needed to get out of the house, and this was the first place she went to.

Even if it was an eerie night full of potential horrors, and even if Mirany hadn't ever known her mother before she had passed away, she left her spot at the top of the hill on whose side the tombstones were placed, and traveled down the rows, picking up a small petunia that had struggled to grow between some bushes. Her mid-calf length pink boots made a small tap with each step she took, and the wind rustled the many gossamer layers of the white knee-length skirt she wore, until she finally stopped in front of one particular headstone -- one on which the name of her mother was inscribed.

Mirany knelt, placed the yellow flower in front of the headstone, and read the words that were engraved into it. They were words that she had read so many times that she had probably had them memorized by now. She had never personally known her mother, but now that she was gone, there was nothing Mirany could do about that, except honor her with a small petunia. Just a small flower for the life that that woman had given Mirany -- it seemed like a terribly selfish trade to Mirany. But, there was just nothing more she could do. Perhaps leaving the house in the dead of the night on a particularly eerie night would count for something.

Speaking of particularly eerie, just as the small Kurosaki girl stood up to leave, a cacophony of screams split through the air, and Mirany tensed, spinning around to face the direction from which it had come. Heart pounding in her throat, the small girl spun towards where it had come from and started running in that direction, acting purely on impulse, for there was nothing she could possible do were she to find some sort of monster there. Her curiosity only grew when a group of kids around her age ran from that direction, expressions of fear on their face, and along with it, Mirany's own fear grew. But she wasn't thinking, so she wasn't exactly aware of it at the moment.

She had reached the top of the hill by the time she stopped to catch her breath, but by then, the sound of the screams were far behind her, newly replaced by the caws of a flock of black birds leaving the area; Mirany shielded herself against them as they flew into the direction from which she had come, raising her forearms against their flurry of ebony feathers. And when they cleared up, the only thing left in their wake was a boy, sitting on the ground, staring at spot from which they had come. Mirany didn't know what she was doing as she walked over to him and held out a small hand to help him up -- for all she knew, he could have been the monster that had caused the previous clamor of shrieks and retreating ravens. But she wasn't one of judge, so, with her hand outstretched to him, she asked in a quiet voice, afraid to disturb the sudden stillness of the night, "Are you all right?"

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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