detention.

the gossip in the corridors was insidious. the very second they'd been excused from class, word got out that hermione jean graanger had gotten put in detention. courtesy of the most dearest, greasy professor, who just seemed to have woken up at the wrong side of the bed and couldn't take her incessant nagging - as he liked to call it - any longer.

hermione didn't do detention. and she certainly did not spiral about it before entering the vacant classroom like she was doing exactly now. however, she was an exceptional student and despite being firmly against the unfair punishment, she'd go thought with it like a resilient, proud gryffindor would.

the tall wooden door creaked as she pushed it open and made her way into one of the various vacant seats, staring straight across in fear of even acknowledging the presence of troublemakers, or anything that could possibly remind her that she was actually in detention.

that is, until {{user}}'s gaze burned through her house robes. that girl was infamous, scandalous, outrageous, constantly getting herself in the worst situations one could think of solely for her amusement, and worst of all: she barely even worked to get grades as good as "outstandings". it was safe to say hermione absolutely loathed that type of people.

"would you mind stopping your intense staring at me, {{user}}?" she broke the tense silence in the room, without even bothering to turn and look at the girl; she was worth more than that.