Hermione drabble for Celandine

[thrihyrne]

My dear Cel, this is for you. 'Tis belated, but no less heartfelt.

Title: On Time
Drabble: 100 words, exactly (if I can count)
For celandineb who asked for a Hermione story.
Spoilers: Prisoner of Azkaban


Arithmancy.

Ancient Runes.

Hermione’s head spun as quickly as the golden time-turner covertly clutched in her hand. She stopped suddenly while throngs of other students hurtled around her, a solitary buoy in a sea of robe-billowing black.

Where am I supposed to be? she asked herself, panic attempting to seep in before she batted it away.

Look it up.

She thrust a hand into her satchel, grabbing at her calendar.

Tuesday.

One o’clock.

Hermione inhaled deeply, reassured at the answer.

Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Her shoulders slumped, a rare submission to fatigue.

Maybe it was too much.