"No! You're going to listen to me!" Hermione jumped to her feet, her outburst causing her magic to fluctuate and the teacups on the shelves behind her to rattle in their saucers. Coming around the side of her desk, she began to pace, breathing heavy as she tried to keep her anger in check. "I didn't want this, not yet at least. Maybe five years from now, or ten? Now, though, now I was ready to raise my daughter and figure out what I want to do with my seemingly never ending future."