Finished with a near-screaming match with Ron in his dorm, Hermione came down the stairs with a huff into the common room. Her frizzy hair, still lighter from the Australian sun, bounced on her shoulders until she sat down in a seat near the fire, her limbs so tightly wound one another with tension, that it looked as though she would never untangle. She let out a deep sigh and bit her lip to keep from mumbling to herself.
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