Hermione was always an early bird, waking up before her parents, friends or even before the chirping of the birds could be heard outside. She loved the quiet time, it was so calm.The fired up sun was rising, illuminating her room with light and she slipped from her bed. She washed herself and got dressed, took her book from the bedside table and sat on her big windowsill. Reading peacefully and not thinking about anything, but the plot of the story, easily slipping into another imaginary world. Imagining that everything was fine, that she was happy and not miserably alone.In all honestly she wanted to skip every class and just be read without any looks or whispers around her for a while, but this wasn't possible.