Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VIII, no matter how much I wish they were my works. Any additional characters added are mine.
A/N: Quick note, the world in FFVIII was never given an official name, so for simplicity’s sake, I will be referring to it as “Gaia” in this story.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVoBce8mUQM
Hermione took a deep breath before turning to survey her surroundings. Mrs Dincht’s house stood at the end of a long street, marking the final residence in the row. At the far end, she spotted the entrance to the small town, its boundaries marked by a sign for the car rental shop Mrs Dincht had mentioned earlier. Directly ahead was a weapons shop, identifiable by the bench outside its entrance. Hermione glanced at the shop with a frown, questioning whether such an establishment was even legal. She moved closer, curiosity getting the better of her, and peered through the shop window. The display revealed a collection of weapons—a sword, a whip, some gloves, and a nunchaku. Hermione tried to reassure herself that it might simply be a shop catering to collectors of these unusual items. However, she couldn’t shake the suspicion that the store was openly selling weapons to the public.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbdg1mEjugY
Hermione shook her head, deciding not to dwell any longer on her suspicions about the weapons shop. With a purposeful stride, she turned and made her way down the road that passed Mrs Dincht’s house. She resolved to explore the small town a bit more thoroughly before she set off for the Garden. As she walked along the street, her eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the details of the quiet neighbourhood. Soon, she noticed a man seated on the bench just outside the weapons shop. Recognising an opportunity to learn more about the area, Hermione approached him, intending to ask for information about the town itself and the lands that lay beyond its borders.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0oHMRRMHos
Hermione paused when a young woman rounded the corner, her arms laden with heavy shopping bags. The man immediately stood up and offered his assistance. ‘Here, Gina, let me carry those,’ he said, reaching for the bags. Gina smiled in gratitude, and Hermione quickly recognised her as the same woman she had seen speaking with Mrs Dincht earlier.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6FCe24cyEb
Not wanting to appear as though she was staring or trying to overhear their conversation, Hermione averted her gaze as the pair passed by her. The man, maintaining a cheerful tone, asked, ‘Heading to pick up the rascal, huh?’ 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlLaJyl4U7
Gina nodded in response, her expression suggesting familiarity and perhaps a touch of exasperation. ‘Thanks, Nathan. I left him there so I could go shopping without him wrecking the place. I can’t take him anywhere anymore,’ Gina replied, shaking her head. She looked weary, her expression reflecting the challenges of managing her energetic charge. ‘Honestly, every time we go out together, he finds a way to cause mischief or get into trouble. It’s easier for everyone if I leave him behind for a bit, even if I do feel a bit guilty about it,’ she admitted, her tone frustrated and affectionate. Adjusting her grip on the shopping bags, Gina managed a small, resigned smile. ‘He just has too much energy for his own good,’ she said, before turning her attention back to the task at hand.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkeg7ZaOfqL
With a playful chuckle, Nathan teased, ‘Sound like someone you know?’ His remark was met with a half-hearted glare from Gina, who clearly recognised the truth in his words, even if she was reluctant to admit it aloud.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1TffBGG6Tc
Gina let out a weary sigh, shifting the heavy bag from one hand to the other as she spoke. ‘Zell has always been a bad influence on Liam,’ she admitted, her tone tinged with frustration. ‘However, Mrs Dincht is so kind to us that I hesitate to say anything,’ she added, pausing to rest her free hand on her hip, clearly torn between gratitude and worry.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡziA6ddRmZQ
Nathan nodded and offered her a reassuring smile. ‘You know Zell doesn’t mean any harm,’ he said gently, setting the shopping bags down by Mrs Dincht’s front door. His tone was understanding, as if he’d witnessed similar situations before and wanted to ease Gina’s worries.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡViYFnv0DGL
Gina offered a faint smile, acknowledging Nathan’s understanding and support. ‘Yes, I know,’ she replied, her voice soft as she balanced the shopping bags and reached for the doorknob. With a gentle push, she opened the door to Mrs Dincht’s house and stepped inside, pausing briefly to glance back at Nathan. ‘Thanks for your help, Nathan!’ she called warmly, her appreciation evident in her tone before she closed the door behind her, leaving Nathan standing on the doorstep with a smile.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHlvVguPnaO
Hermione noticed Nathan let out a sigh as he returned to his seat on the bench, settling back and leaning against it. When he caught her watching him, he regarded her with a look of curiosity. Gathering her courage, Hermione walked over and addressed him politely. ‘Excuse me, sorry to bother you. I’m a bit lost and don’t know my way around,’ she admitted, her hands twisting nervously. ‘I woke up here this morning and know nothing about this place. Could you help me? I need some information,’ she asked, hoping she wasn’t coming across as too forward or overwhelming.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRzTZFzq1oR
Nathan paused for a moment, considering Hermione carefully. Suddenly, a look of recognition crossed his face, and he snapped his fingers in realisation. ‘Ah, you’re the girl who appeared at the docks three days ago!’ he exclaimed, his tone brightening as he regarded her with a newfound sense of curiosity.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4ztxtqIo2
Hermione felt a wave of discomfort wash over her, realising just how much attention her arrival had attracted. It seemed as though everyone in the town was already aware of her presence and the unusual circumstances surrounding it. For a brief moment, she felt exposed, as if she were on display for all to see. Determined not to let her unease show, she forced herself to appear composed and answered Nathan in a quiet, subdued voice. ‘Yes, that’s me,’ she admitted, her words carrying a note of reluctance as she acknowledged the identity everyone seemed to have assigned her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUxnuCbgCfb
Nathan nodded, his expression understanding. ‘I know things must feel confusing right now,’ he said gently. ‘But I’m happy to share everything I know about the area, and I can point out some important landmarks. That way, you’ll have a better sense of where you are and won’t feel so lost.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtLMe85At5y
Reassured, Hermione smiled at him. ‘Thank you, I appreciate it,’ she replied, feeling grateful that everyone in this town appeared so friendly and approachable.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDyuBTJsgF1
Nathan waved aside her words of thanks and offered an easy smile. ‘You’ve found yourself in Balamb, a small town with a close-knit community spirit. It’s mainly a fishing village, but we get plenty of visitors, especially thanks to the Garden up the road—it’s really what brings most people to the island,’ he explained, indicating the direction of the exit Hermione had noticed earlier when she left Mrs Dincht’s house.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcP1SBxYpei
Hermione paused, her mind reeling at Nathan’s mention of the island. Island? Wait… this is just an island? she wondered, struggling to keep her expression relaxed and interested while inside she felt a growing sense of conflict. The revelation unsettled her; she tried to maintain the appearance of curiosity, masking her confusion and uncertainty as she processed this unexpected detail about her surroundings.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQFcDONdrD0
Nathan, oblivious to Hermione’s inner turmoil and growing sense of unease, continued to speak. ‘Here in town, you’ll find a few key places that are worth knowing about,’ he began, gesturing as he spoke to indicate each location. ‘There’s the hotel, which is a prominent building and a good landmark if you ever lose your way. We’ve also got a train station, making it easy to travel to other parts of the island or even further afield. The docks are an important part of the town, given our fishing heritage, and you’ll find them bustling with activity most mornings. As for shops, there are several scattered throughout the town, providing everything from daily necessities to souvenirs for the occasional visitor.’ He pointed down the road. ‘Near the entrance to Balamb, you’ll come across a car rental service. They also run a taxi, which is especially convenient for anyone heading up to the Garden. It’s all quite straightforward once you get your bearings,’ Nathan assured her, hoping to make the town feel a bit less overwhelming.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaIOXLmNXAk
‘Thank you,’ Hermione replied, her voice slightly shaky as she looked around, taking in her surroundings with a sense of cautious wonder. The village was undeniably beautiful, its charm evident in the friendly faces she had already encountered and the welcoming atmosphere that seemed to permeate every corner. Offering Nathan a small, appreciative smile, Hermione continued, ‘It’s a beautiful village.’ She paused for a moment, allowing herself to appreciate the village before adding, ‘I’ll explore briefly and then go up to see the Garden.’ Nathan nodded in understanding, his encouraging wave sending her on her way as she turned and headed towards the hotel.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsxD30ABDcu
Hermione paused beside the hotel, gazing up at the impressive building with genuine admiration. Its circular structure, fashioned from blue and grey stones, evoked a medieval tower and gave it a distinctive presence amid the rest of the village. Years of exposure to the salty sea air had weathered the stonework, lending the hotel a sense of enduring strength and timelessness. Slender, arched windows punctuated the walls, each framed in crisp white, through which a gentle yellow light from the interior lamps shone invitingly. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DZunTWahQ
A broad flight of steps guided guests to the entrance, where a polished wooden door, complete with an ornate brass knocker, waited to welcome all who wished to enter. Atop the slightly domed roof sat a fish-shaped weather vane, a subtle nod to Balamb’s deep-rooted fishing heritage. As Hermione took in the hotel’s considerable height, she realised it was the tallest structure in the village, save perhaps for the train station’s clock tower.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMlIKIgOhJW
The hotel’s commanding silhouette dominated the village skyline, making it a reliable point of reference visible from nearly any location in Balamb. Hermione made a mental note of its position, recognising that if she ever lost her way or were unable to return to Mrs Dincht’s house, the hotel would serve as a steadfast landmark.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRZeQPMrCG8
Hermione continued walking along the path behind the hotel, her footsteps softly echoing on the weathered flagstones. She then descended the stone staircase leading to the docks, pausing briefly to enjoy the salty scent of the sea air and the distant gull cries. The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the harbour, creating long, shimmering reflections on the gentle ripples of the water. Fishing boats with hulls painted in blue and green hues bobbed quietly beside the worn wooden piers, ropes creaking softly as the tide moved them. She settled onto a bench with a view of the busy quay and gazed across the vast ocean before her. The horizon stretched endlessly, with waves tinged with silver as the sun dipped lower. Sitting there, amid the soothing sounds of water lapping against the dock and the faint, comforting smells of salt and seaweed, her mind wandered back to the questions that had been troubling her since she arrived in Balamb.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY5f2za8FoJ
She felt an urgent need for a map—something tangible she could hold in her hands, offering both reassurance and clarity. With familiar landmarks, coastlines, and winding roads carefully marked, a map would provide her with a sense of security, allowing her to trace her path with a finger and remain anchored in reality. As she surveyed the bustling harbour and the maze of unfamiliar streets, her longing to get her bearings intensified. A map, she thought, would pinpoint her exact location and, perhaps, reveal clues as to how she had found herself in this peculiar town perched on the edge of a vast, glittering sea.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnXHHbEOq9r
Hermione’s urge to explore surged within her, compelling her to wander down every alley and engage with the villagers, eager to uncover the hidden narratives etched into Balamb’s cobbled lanes and aged buildings. Each stone underfoot, every hushed exchange she overheard, hinted at secrets lying just beneath the surface, inviting discovery with every step.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2A38CEHn5y
Yet, as her curiosity intensified, an uneasy chill began to settle in her mind. Doubt crept alongside her wonder, whispering the possibility that this might be more than a remote fishing village—it could be a place entirely unknown to her. Searching the sky above, Hermione hoped to spot familiar constellations or landmarks, but everything appeared subtly altered, imbued with a strangeness she could not easily articulate.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHNz7ucrJ7e
This chilling thought sent a shiver down her spine, making Hermione painfully aware of how isolated and disoriented she truly felt. The cheerful sounds of passersby and the gentle lapping of waves against the pier gradually faded into the background, eclipsed by the mounting presence of her fear and uncertainty. Within Hermione, the longing to uncover the truth about her surroundings warred with a growing apprehension about what those discoveries might entail. Her innate desire to learn clashed with an equally powerful fear of the unknown, leaving her suspended between hope and doubt.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDnHEeWehRL
Although Hermione found herself surrounded by friendly faces and the comforting rhythms of daily village life, an uneasy feeling continued to gnaw at her. The warmth of Balamb’s community—their neighbourly greetings, the easy familiarity in their conversations, and the simple routines that punctuated each day—should have offered reassurance. Instead, these very things seemed to amplify her sense of unease, as though she were playing a part in a production but had not been given her lines. She was acutely aware of her ignorance about Balamb, a fact that stung all the more given her usual confidence in matters of geography.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLOC9Uzidb
Particularly unsettling was the repeated reference to the Garden. Each time a villager mentioned it, their tone was laced with respect and certainty, making Hermione feel even more alienated. The Garden appeared to be a defining feature of Balamb, so deeply woven into its identity that the notion of not knowing about it was almost inconceivable. Hermione struggled to comprehend how she could have overlooked such a prominent place; the thought itself seemed absurd. This realisation only deepened her suspicion that her dislocation ran deeper than mere confusion.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0gCVA0UhwZ
She shook her head, determined to clear away the anxious thoughts that clung stubbornly to her mind. Turning her attention upwards, she listened to the birds overhead, their calls bringing her a small measure of comfort and helping to anchor her in the present moment. The air was alive with a chorus of sharp chirps and the haunting, distant cry of gulls, all weaving together above the gentle, rhythmic sound of waves. This natural symphony offered a peaceful, reassuring rhythm that contrasted with her inner turmoil.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMs4NdskzdY
As Hermione sat watching, a seagull with mottled grey wings and keen, observant eyes fluttered down and came to rest on the bench nearby. Its slender legs gripped the weathered wooden slats, and it regarded her with a tilted head—a silent, curious observer. The breeze ruffled its feathers slightly, giving the bird an air of quiet resilience. For a brief moment, Hermione felt as though the seagull understood her hesitation, its presence radiating a sense of recognition and calm. She studied the bird as it pecked absently at a crumb, its movements slow and unhurried. This simple, ordinary sight—a seagull acting entirely within its nature—soothed her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocabFhlov7
A young girl wandered past, her small hands gripping the worn leash of an excitable dog. The terrier, wiry and caramel-coloured with alert, lively eyes, tugged eagerly against its collar, its nose twitching at the briny air and the tantalising hints of adventure by the water’s edge. Despite her best efforts, the girl’s cheeks flushed with exertion as she did her utmost to keep pace, softly calling out gentle reminders to her canine companion. The scene was almost comical—the dog surging ahead in sudden bursts, forcing the girl to hop and scurry to avoid being pulled off her feet, her braids swinging and her boots scraping clumsily against the uneven wooden planks of the dock. Hermione observed the pair with a small, involuntary smile, the sight momentarily lifting the weight of her doubts. It was a scene so typical of a quiet, close-knit town: an ordinary slice of daily life.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPnGXr3aU1K
Hermione sighed, allowing herself to sink more deeply into the bench as she surveyed the quiet expanse of the dock. The area’s stillness was punctuated only by a few women seated on a bench to her left. Although she was not proud of it, Hermione was growing somewhat used to overhearing snippets of conversation in public spaces. This habit left her with a pang of guilt, but the mention of Zell’s name caught her attention. Unable to help herself, she listened a little more closely, eager to learn whatever she could about him.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlMixwI5yw2
One of them leaned in and spoke in a hushed, yet excited tone. ‘Hey, have you heard? Mrs Dincht’s son is going to take the SeeD exam,’ the woman next to the bench said.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1EJjCBMlPU
‘Really…?’ the other woman echoed in disbelief as she settled herself on the bench beside her friend. She glanced over with a raised eyebrow, her tone laced with scepticism. ‘I wonder if that rowdy boy can truly handle it,’ she mused, folding her arms and shaking her head slightly. ‘Does Mrs Dincht even know about this?’ she added, turning to her companion for confirmation.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ32q3Tgdcvu
The other woman nodded, her expression confident. ‘The chances Zell will pass the exam are probably around fifty per cent. At least, that’s what my son said,’ she commented smugly, crossing her arms as she spoke. Hermione’s brow furrowed, and she felt a sense of discomfort at the woman’s self-assured attitude.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwKuA6hlj6y
The woman sitting on the bench nodded in agreement, her expression reflective. ‘The exam doesn’t just test physical abilities, right?’ she asked, looking up at her companion, who remained standing.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhGTlrGoo9O
‘Right. It also emphasises teamwork. On top of that, composure, focus, proper decision making and much more.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjrdOT7w7kb
‘Oh, my... I doubt he can handle it.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8gGEDF39d
The woman standing by the bench continued, her voice thoughtful. ‘I don’t think Mrs Dincht will say anything to him, even if she knew. I guess all we can do is wish him luck,’ she remarked, settling herself on the bench next to her companion.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7YGUM5vSen
Hermione lingered on the bench, her curiosity holding her as she continued to listen to the women’s conversation. She found herself intrigued by their discussion of Zell and the Garden—not out of idle interest, but because she felt compelled to thank Zell for his kindness in bringing her to his mother. More than that, the mention of the Garden stirred in her a powerful desire to see it for herself. The prospect of visiting the renowned institution filled her with anticipation, offering a potential distraction from her current predicament.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoyCKTqXWmJ
As the women’s chatter drifted away from Zell and the Garden, Hermione soon lost interest in their gossip about other townsfolk. She shook her head, deliberately tuning out their words. Despite her efforts, the sound of their laughter echoed in her ears, bringing to mind memories of Parvati, Padma, and Lavender. The three girls at Hogwarts had often filled the common room with their own lively gossip. Hermione had never been particularly close to them, and she was not especially fond of their penchant for rumours. Even so, the recollection was bittersweet, and a sharp ache of longing for home welled up inside her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcA0zwQfdGP
She stood up from the bench, feeling anxious and nervous, and made her way back towards Mrs Dincht’s house. As she walked, a senior man emerged from the neighbouring home. Hermione recalled that Mrs Dincht had mentioned someone named Jim who might have a map of the world, and she reasoned this must be him. Gathering her composure, Hermione approached the elderly gentleman and offered a polite greeting.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3eWFrt7TNP
‘Excuse me, I hope I’m not interrupting,’ she said, smiling warmly. ‘Mrs Dincht mentioned you might be able to help me,’ she added, addressing him with courtesy and genuine hope that he could provide some assistance.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCCcG75cMGZ
The older man let out a gentle chuckle at Hermione’s words. ‘Did she now? Well, what can I help you with, young lady?’ he asked, his curiosity evident as he addressed her. As he spoke, he paused for a moment to push his glasses back up his nose, where they had begun to slip.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwz4i12al7
Hermione approached the elderly gentleman, her hands twisting nervously as she spoke. ‘Do you have a world map I could look at? Mrs Dincht mentioned you might have one,’ she began, doing her best to sound calm despite her apprehension. She continued, ‘This is my first time in Balamb, and I’m a little lost,’ hoping he would be willing to help her find her bearings. Not wanting to reveal too much about her situation, Hermione added, ‘I’m visiting, but I’d like to find other interesting places to visit,’ her voice carrying the polite curiosity of a tourist keen to explore new surroundings.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwO4sO94Ir
The older man smiled warmly at Hermione’s request. ‘Ah, of course, please come in!’ he said eagerly, stepping aside and motioning for her to enter his home. As Hermione stepped inside, she noticed that his house bore a resemblance to Mrs Dincht’s—both were small but had a distinct charm, with neat furnishings and an inviting atmosphere.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPj8P7x64Jv
‘Please call me Jim,’ he introduced himself, his tone friendly and welcoming. Once inside, Jim turned to Hermione and asked, ‘Would you like some tea?’ His offer was sincere, and Hermione found herself once again struck by the consistent friendliness and willingness to help that she had encountered from everyone in Balamb so far.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtvu4xlUP2
Hermione shook her head politely at Jim’s offer. ‘No, thank you,’ she said, managing a small smile. ‘I was just about to catch a cab to visit the Garden, which I’ve never seen before,’ she explained.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIiQKxiy7BD
Jim nodded in agreement, his expression brightening as he stepped further into the cosy living room. ‘Ah, yes, you can’t visit Balamb without stopping by the Garden,’ he remarked, his tone enthusiastic. ‘Balamb Garden is open to all visitors. While the main building is reserved exclusively for faculty and students, the grounds and surrounding area are freely accessible and frequently admired by tourists and locals alike.’ As he spoke, Jim gestured towards a large map hanging on his wall. ‘Here’s the map of Gaia,’ he said, indicating the detailed layout before them. His finger traced the outline of an island, and he pointed it out to Hermione. ‘This is our location: Balamb Island,’ he clarified. He offered Hermione a warm smile and encouraged her to take her time examining the map, inviting her to familiarise herself with the geography of her surroundings at her own pace.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP1I0Z0eafL
Hermione’s stomach lurched, a cold wave of anxiety flooding through her as she stared at the map before her. The reality she had dreaded was now unmistakable; the confirmation was almost too much to bear. Though she had tried to convince herself otherwise, a part of her had always suspected that she was no longer in her own world. Now, faced with undeniable evidence, her fear intensified, far surpassing what she had imagined possible.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohIUfnQ3VE
Stepping back from the map in an effort to compose herself, Hermione felt a heavy sickness rising inside her. She moved towards the couch and sat down, determined to steady herself and keep the overwhelming nausea at bay. Her heart pounded in her throat, and she struggled to process the enormity of her situation, realising that everything familiar had been left behind.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTLcrHjnhXE
Tears welled up in Hermione’s eyes, and despite her efforts, she found herself unable to hold them back. The weight of her situation pressed down on her as she swallowed hard, lowering her head and resting it on her crossed arms. She wished fervently that Harry and Ron were by her side; their presence would have made this ordeal more bearable. The uncertainty gnawed at her—would she ever return home, or was she truly stranded in an unfamiliar world?45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDkwNU7YZNF
After a moment, Hermione lifted her head and hastily wiped away the remnants of her tears. She cast another glance at the map, feeling a sense of resignation settle over her as she tried to absorb her new reality. Jim had called this world “Gaia,” yet Hermione could not recall ever hearing of it, even with all the magic she knew in her own life.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJgrTNfeR1I
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Hermione’s mind, catching her completely off guard. She flinched in surprise, quickly realising that no one else in the room had spoken aloud. As she tuned in to the sensation, she recognised the presence—Griever’s voice, unmistakable in its tone and cadence. Glancing furtively around the room for confirmation, she understood he was not there physically; his communication was entirely within her thoughts.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh4awbpukBU
I am sorry, Griever’s voice continued, the apology resonating with a sincerity that unsettled her. He went on to explain, his words both an admission and an answer to her unspoken fears, You are in this world... my world... because I brought you here while you slept. Hearing this, Hermione felt the weight of her suspicions settle heavily upon her; now, there was no doubt as to the cause of her displacement. Griever confirmed that it was indeed his doing, and the reason was as significant as it was unexpected.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXzCKlyBKz
I need your help, Hermione, he said. The earnestness in his voice was palpable, and she could almost picture his blue eyes, filled with pleading, reaching out to her across the divide between their worlds.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10G8ZNTPds
Hermione inhaled deeply, fighting to keep her frustration in check as anger threatened to overwhelm her. The circumstances of her arrival—being taken from her own world by an unknown creature, without any clear guidance or explanation—left her feeling helpless and isolated. Her mind whirled with questions, none of which had been answered. In desperation, she reached out mentally, her thoughts sharp and urgent. How did you do this? What do you expect from me? I’ve been left completely alone in a world I don’t understand! she projected fiercely, hoping that Griever, wherever he was, could sense the intensity of her words.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv6SMtWkXnA
Hermione sat in silence, wondering whether her connection to Griever was unique—if he alone could hear her thoughts, or if she was truly isolated in her communication. Sensing her doubt, Griever’s voice echoed gently in her mind, offering reassurance, You are not alone. I am here with you.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86BNHOxEw8
Yet, despite Griever’s attempts to console her, Hermione’s apprehension about her predicament remained. The reassurance did little to alleviate her unease about being stranded in an unfamiliar world, far from everything she knew. Griever continued, his tone gentle and encouraging, You will soon become very familiar with my world. Hermione nodded slowly in response, acknowledging his promise, though her heart was still heavy with uncertainty.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlxVKQu1A1Z
Hermione let out a weary sigh and folded her arms tightly across her chest. Her voice wavered as she addressed Griever, the tension evident in every word. What do you need me to do? she asked, struggling to keep her composure. As she spoke, a gentle wave of calm washed over her, reminiscent of the magical sensation she had experienced at the very beginning of her ordeal. For a brief moment, Hermione allowed herself to lean into that familiar feeling, the faint traces of magic bringing a measure of comfort amid her confusion and fear. With her eyes closed, she murmured, almost to herself, So, it was your magic… The realisation settled over her, adding another layer to the complexity of her situation as she tried to come to terms with the truth.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TLJvjkoo4
Yes, Griever replied, his confirmation carrying a sense of certainty that resonated in Hermione’s mind. As he spoke, she felt a gentle but unmistakable sensation—a faint tightening around her, almost as if Griever was offering her a reassuring hug from afar. The touch was not physical, but its comforting warmth gave her a fleeting moment of solace amidst her turmoil. Go to Balamb Garden and ask to see the Headmaster. He will assist you, Griever murmured, his tone gentle and encouraging. The words were clear and purposeful, providing Hermione with the first concrete direction since her arrival in this strange world.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNsDX4DphcD
As the message faded, Hermione became acutely aware of the magic that had surrounded her. The subtle embrace of Griever’s power, which had offered her comfort and steadiness, now released its hold. Hermione immediately noticed the absence of that soothing magic, and the sense of vulnerability returned, surprising her with just how reliant she had become on its presence in such a short time.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVhej1kYaXO
After a moment, Hermione nodded almost without thinking, her resolve quietly solidifying as she prepared to make her way to Balamb Garden. I’ll head there then, she said, striving to keep her tone even and composed, although inside she was overwhelmed by anxiety and uncertainty. Attempting to steady herself, Hermione drew in a deep breath and briefly examined her trembling hands, searching for the composure she so desperately needed. Turning her attention to the map displayed on the wall, she studied it intently, recognising that she had little choice but to follow Griever’s instructions and seek out the Headmaster as directed.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrr8dMmaaqL
Hermione rode quietly in the taxi towards Balamb Garden, her gaze resting on the coins Mrs Dincht had given her. Each coin was round and silvery, bearing an intricate crest—a lion rampant beneath a scattering of stars. Turning one over in her palm, Hermione carefully ran her thumb along the edge, seeking any markings that might indicate their value or place of origin. The metal felt cool and unexpectedly light, evoking memories of wizarding currency from home—galleons, sickles, and knuts. Yet, unlike those familiar coins, these showed no difference in size or colour to suggest varied denominations; all were uniform discs with the same distinguishing features.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnaFLvlNxIz
Her curiosity deepened as she glanced at a small box on the taxi’s dashboard, which contained several more of the identical coins. Hermione began to wonder whether this was truly the only form of currency in this world, or if there was some underlying system she had yet to understand.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ40o64Rfi2R
Outside her window, Hermione observed as the scenery shifted, marking the transition from the lively, meticulously arranged streets of Balamb Town to the tranquil, expansive outskirts. The neatly maintained houses gradually gave way to rugged fields, dotted with wildflowers, while the road meandered upwards towards the distant horizon. Hermione watched in silence, acutely aware of her growing distance from everything familiar. Each sight and sound, along with the currency in her possession, served as a constant reminder of her status as an outsider. She found herself grappling to comprehend the unspoken rules of this world, realising she would have to learn them gradually, piecing together understanding one small detail at a time.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU2aXQSYAyW
When the taxi eventually drew to a stop near a path leading up to the imposing gates of the Garden, Hermione handed the money she had over to the driver. He inspected the amount, then returned a portion of it to her, explaining in a kind tone that she had given him too much, as the fare wasn’t costly. Hermione flushed with embarrassment but managed a grateful, ‘Thank you,’ before gathering her belongings and stepping out of the car. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf491PiRSU7
Standing at the edge of the path, Hermione watched as the taxi turned around and began its journey back to Balamb Town. She offered a slight wave in farewell, feeling a twinge of nervousness as the vehicle disappeared from view, leaving her alone at the threshold of Balamb Garden.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSOuJezGwVs
From Hermione’s vantage point, the main building remained obscured from view, prompting her to make her way towards the gate in search of a clearer perspective. As she approached, her attention was drawn to a pair of individuals stationed on the steps ahead—one was a blonde-haired woman, her posture and tone indicating she was in the middle of admonishing a young man. The young man, arms folded and an indifferent expression fixed on his face, seemed unmoved by the woman’s words. Not wanting to interrupt, Hermione came to a stop a few metres from where they stood. Her arrival didn’t go unnoticed; both the woman and the young man turned to face her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx8SBLA5Hjs
After a moment, the young man averted his gaze and, with a dismissive mutter of, ‘I’m out of here,’ stepped back and made his way towards the gate.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUst8cFGJoD
The blonde woman spun around to face the young man. ‘Don’t forget to change into your uniform!’ she called after him, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation. He responded with a half-hearted wave, clearly not particularly bothered by her reminder, before continuing on his way. Letting out a huff, the woman shook her head in resignation at his lack of enthusiasm.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLBMGLcXN5v
Turning her attention to Hermione, the blonde woman stepped closer and offered a warm smile. ‘Hi there,’ she greeted, her tone friendly and approachable. ‘Can I help you? You seem a little lost,’ she asked, her expression kind as she tried to put Hermione at ease.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc3W0cLEW8F
Hermione returned the woman’s smile and replied, ‘I’m only here for a visit, but I need to see the Headmaster.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡImJj7u4kqd
She nodded at Hermione’s request. ‘I can check if he’s available to see you,’ she replied, her tone reassuring. Hermione felt a wave of relief wash over her, reassured by the woman’s confident manner and apparent authority to help. Without hesitation, she began to walk towards the gate, pausing briefly to glance back at Hermione. ‘Please, follow me, um…?’ she prompted gently, trailing off as she realised she did not yet know Hermione’s name, her expression inviting Hermione to introduce herself.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoqQhciXpTT
‘Oh, I’m Hermione Granger,’ she said, nodding politely.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡER4Q5vhJiy
The blonde woman returned Hermione’s polite nod with a warm smile. ‘Quistis Trepe. I’m an Instructor here at Balamb Garden,’ she introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake. Hermione accepted, grateful for the friendly gesture, and shook Quistis’s hand.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiuGNKg0H1h
Hermione and Quistis made their way towards the grand gates that signified the entrance to the Garden grounds. The gates themselves towered impressively above them, constructed from a combination of wrought iron and gleaming steel. These materials were expertly woven to form intricate patterns, creating a striking blend of artistry and structural strength. On either side of the entrance stood imposing stone gargoyles, each meticulously carved with wide wings and claws gripping the edges of their pedestals. The detail in their eyes was so precise that, depending on the angle and quality of the light, they almost seemed to flicker with life. Their formidable presence lent an air of solemnity and grandeur to the threshold, as though they were eternal sentinels, silently guarding ancient secrets and observing all who passed through.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcKfSsdh253
As they drew nearer, Hermione’s gaze fell upon the emblem adorning the gate—a detailed crest she immediately recognised from the doors leading to Griever’s Chamber. The sight of the emblem sent a subtle shiver down Hermione’s spine. Its familiarity triggered a blend of memories and a faint sense of unease, as if the past were echoing into the present.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZs2EPMnZeN
Hermione paused for a moment, drawing a steady breath as she composed herself. Quistis paused to hold the gate open for her, offering her a small smile. With one last glance at the world she was leaving behind, Hermione stepped forward, crossing the threshold into this unfamiliar place.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4n72tXDN3t
They turned the corner, and the main structure of Balamb Garden came into full view. Hermione’s eyes widened in amazement as she took in the extraordinary sight before her. The building itself was enormous, designed with a distinctly futuristic aesthetic that set it apart from anything she had seen before. A striking, cone-shaped form defined its architecture, the exterior finished in gleaming chrome and deep, rich blue tones. Each panel on the façade caught the changing daylight and reflected it in shifting, beautiful patterns that danced across the polished surface, adding a dynamic element to the building’s grandeur. Above this imposing structure, a remarkable feature drew Hermione’s attention even further—a glowing halo composed of several stacked rings. These rings hovered effortlessly above the Garden, their smooth, metallic surfaces emitting a soft, ethereal light. The gentle glow from the rings bathed the area below in an otherworldly radiance, lending the entire building an almost celestial appearance that seemed to bridge the gap between reality and imagination.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8d8AJNPJuY
Before her stretched a carefully landscaped area, its design meticulous and inviting. Neatly trimmed hedgerows curved gracefully, guiding the eye towards vibrant flowerbeds bursting with colour—smooth stone pathways wound through the greenery, each leading to the imposing main entrance. Along the route, fountains sent clear jets of water arcing into the air, their gentle splashes creating a tranquil, calming ambience in the grounds. Scattered throughout the gardens, benches nestled beneath ornamental trees. At the very heart of the garden, a prominent obelisk stood as a testament to the institution’s rich history. Its carefully engraved inscriptions drew passers-by’s attention and served as a proud symbol of tradition and heritage.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQaQCYlrJB
At the end of the main path, Hermione could see the security checkpoint situated at the inner gate. Here, several members of staff stood on duty, their posture alert but their expressions approachable, embodying professionalism and friendliness. Each staff member was smartly attired in the Garden’s uniform, adorned with the distinctive insignia of Balamb Garden, instantly identifying them as part of the institution’s official security team. Beyond the checkpoint, Hermione caught glimpses of the Garden’s inner courtyards and walkways. These areas were quietly bustling with students moving purposefully between their classes. Hermione quickly surmised that access beyond this inner gate was carefully monitored, restricted to those on official business or with proper authorisation.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk0eYGFlrZe
Quistis waited patiently just in front of Hermione, who had stopped to take in her surroundings with awe. ‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ she remarked, her tone warm and inviting. Hermione, still captivated, nodded absentmindedly, her attention absorbed by the impressive architecture and the ethereal glow that bathed the grounds. Quistis’s gaze lingered on the building. ‘I came to Garden when I was ten, and this view never grows old,’ she shared, her voice tinged with fondness and nostalgia as she looked up at the iconic structure.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaQYJGIdfyn
Hermione’s gaze shifted to Quistis, her curiosity piqued. Rather than risk asking a more personal question about Quistis’s age, Hermione opted for a safer topic. ‘How long have you been an Instructor here?’ she asked, her tone polite and genuinely interested.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZfs66a7HAS
Quistis smiled as they continued their walk towards the main building. ‘Just a year,’ she replied, her tone reflective. Her gaze drifted for a moment as if she were searching her memories. ‘I passed my SeeD exam when I was fifteen, and after I turned seventeen, I earned my Instructor licence.’ Her words carried a sense of pride, and Hermione imagined that a great deal of dedication and hard work must have gone into reaching this milestone at such a young age.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYoezNs1Irb
Hermione nodded, a look of surprise crossing her face as she realised she and Quistis were the same age. ‘Wow, that’s incredible. Is it common for someone to become an Instructor at such a young age?’ Hermione asked, her curiosity evident as she followed Quistis towards the reception area.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ZCQhgWulJ
As they approached, Hermione’s attention was drawn to a sign on the wall which read, “Please make sure to have your ID ready for inspection.” The message made her eyes widen with concern. She discreetly retrieved her Muggle ID from her beaded bag, anxiety flickering across her features as she considered whether it might draw unwanted scrutiny. The ID’s details and its origin could potentially make it appear suspicious or even fraudulent in this world.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡANpa8F6JSz
Hermione turned her attention back to Quistis, who was walking just ahead of her along the path to the main building. Quistis glanced over her shoulder and offered a smile. ‘It required a lot of effort and studying to reach this point,’ she explained, her tone proud. As she spoke, Hermione instinctively slipped her wand further up her sleeve, taking care not to draw any attention to it—she remained cautious about how the people in this world might react to magic, choosing to avoid revealing her abilities before even entering the Garden to prevent any potential issues.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbNxo8KDt0S
Quistis continued. ‘Few achieve what I did through such dedication. I am the youngest student ever to become an Instructor,’ she said, her smile widening. ‘But it all worked out, and now here I am!’ Quistis added, her good-natured laughter prompting Hermione to smile in return.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYDRCmnyMP5
Quistis turned away from her and headed towards the Reception desk. Seizing the opportunity, Hermione quickly cast a glamour over her identification card. She carefully altered its appearance to match the ID shown in the picture on the wall behind the desk, mimicking its design and adding random details she had picked up about a place called Winhill from an old issue of “Timber Maniacs”.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Y7gKdN1fg
Hermione knew very little about Winhill—only that it was a small, out-of-the-way village. From the picture, she deduced that the ID displayed only a few pieces of information: the holder’s place of origin, their name, date of birth, and a photograph. She adjusted her own card accordingly, ensuring the details appeared authentic and the dates matched the calendar of this world. Hoping her efforts would be enough to pass inspection, Hermione tucked the glamoured ID away, ready for the upcoming scrutiny.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKvJVU3tnsR
Quistis picked up a book from the Reception desk and turned to Hermione, her manner professional. ‘You’ll need to sign in since you’re a visitor, and I’ll need to see your ID,’ she explained, offering Hermione a pen. She pointed to a blank space on the open page. ‘Just write your name there…’ she said, indicating where Hermione should sign her name. Then, with a gesture towards another space on the page beside the first, she added, ‘…and your reason for visiting…’ making it clear what information was required for the register.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc5xEPRD4w0
Hermione took a steadying breath and handed her newly altered ID to Quistis. She followed Quistis’s explicit instructions, carefully writing her name in the visitors’ register. As Hermione signed, she noticed Quistis examining the ID with interest, her expression thoughtful but free of suspicion. Once Hermione had finished, she returned the pen to Quistis. Quistis, maintaining her professionalism, then handed Hermione’s ID card back to her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ywD6dMewr
Quistis looked back at Hermione with a hint of curiosity in her expression. ‘You’re from Winhill?’ she asked as she handed the register book back to the stern-looking Receptionist waiting behind the desk.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMiEKyxrfRd
Hermione hesitated for a moment, an anxious thought flashing through her mind—Oh no… I hope she won’t ask me too many questions about it, as she tried to conceal her brief alarm. She managed a nervous response, her hands unconsciously wringing together. ‘Yes, but I haven’t been there in years,’ she replied, her tone uncertain and cautious, hoping the answer would satisfy Quistis without inviting further enquiry.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0bCl8leK9n
Quistis, sensing that Hermione was uncomfortable discussing her supposed home, offered a gentle smile. ‘I see. I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there,’ she said as she led Hermione through the barriers. Hermione felt a wave of relief, grateful that Quistis wasn’t going to press further with questions.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmFJrtEiEKt
As they moved through the hall, Hermione looked around in amazement. The space was vast, with a high, domed ceiling supported by graceful arches that gave an impression of grandeur and openness. Tall, elegant windows followed the curve of the outside wall, filling the hall with soft, natural light that shimmered across the polished stone floor. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQlmzCjrvT
The design centred on a circular corridor that formed a ring around a central lift—a sleek, glass-walled cylinder that hummed gently as it moved smoothly between floors. This lift connected the different levels and served as the heart of the hall. Within the central ring, comfortable seating and small alcoves were arranged, where students gathered to chat animatedly or read quietly. Extending from the main ring, several sections branched out like spokes, leading to various parts of the building. These included classrooms, common rooms, and a lively cafeteria bustling with students. The walls were adorned with colourful banners and murals, which added vibrancy and character to the space. Overall, the hall exuded a sense of purposeful energy, seamlessly blending elegance with practicality. It was clear that this was a place where people from all walks of life could come together to learn, grow, and feel a genuine sense of belonging.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVnOqbnDYgv
Hermione walked alongside Quistis towards a large computer situated near a cluster of benches. She watched as Quistis started inputting details into the computer system, her fingers moving quickly over the keyboard with practised efficiency. Once the information was entered, Quistis turned to Hermione with a smile. ‘Take a seat here,’ Quistis instructed, gesturing towards the benches positioned beside the computer station. Hermione nodded and made her way over, sitting down as directed. Quistis gave her a brief nod before adding, ‘I’ll get the Headmaster.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvQy1xfYoEI
Hermione watched as Quistis quickly ascended the stairs towards the central lift and slipped inside, the doors closing behind her as she headed for the top floor. Left alone for the moment, Hermione took in her surroundings, observing students of all ages as they moved effortlessly through the expansive hall. Some strolled at a leisurely pace, engaged in cheerful conversations and laughter that echoed softly. Others gathered in animated groups near the comfortable seating arranged at the centre of the hall. The atmosphere was alive with youthful energy, yet balanced by a sense of calm focus. Older students acknowledged their younger peers with friendly nods, fostering an environment of mutual respect and warmth. Teachers, meanwhile, mingled quietly among the crowd, their presence reassuring and supportive without ever becoming intrusive.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzzcArw2Je1
Hermione’s growing sense of comfort and unity within the hall naturally led her thoughts towards the rules that governed the school. She found herself pondering whether the institution’s well-known mercenary past had shaped a set of strict, regimented guidelines or whether the rules had instead evolved to cater to the diverse needs and personalities of the student body. The possibility intrigued her: perhaps the regulations were designed with a practical flexibility, allowing younger students the freedom to explore and develop, whilst providing older pupils with more explicit guidance as they prepared for greater responsibilities. As Hermione mulled over these thoughts, her curiosity deepened regarding the school’s approach to discipline. She wondered how the school managed to strike such a careful balance between maintaining order and nurturing understanding.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0oh6rsAB0F
While Hermione pondered the nature of the school’s rules, her attention was drawn to the young man she recognised from earlier, who had been with Quistis at the front gates when she arrived. Now, he was making his way through the security barriers, his head lowered, and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. There was something about his demeanour that set him apart from the rest of the students in the hall. Unlike the others, who mingled in groups, laughing and chatting with their friends, he seemed isolated, moving purposefully and not engaging with those around him.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvOmGVvuIPH
Suddenly, the young man looked up, his eyes meeting Hermione’s. Only then did Hermione realise she had been staring at him rather openly. Mortified, she quickly averted her gaze, feeling heat rising in her cheeks as they flushed with embarrassment. She clasped her hands in her lap and fixed her eyes on the floor, hoping he hadn’t noticed her lack of subtlety. She heard footsteps pause beside her and, hesitantly, glanced towards them before slowly lifting her gaze to meet his once more. Although he appeared to be scowling, Hermione could clearly see a spark of curiosity in his expression.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsklnT9MMnu
Hermione’s brow furrowed as she studied the young man, a subtle frown settling on her features. A peculiar sensation tugged at her mind—had she crossed paths with him before today? She felt almost sure she recognised him from somewhere, though she could not quite place when or where. For a fleeting moment, she drifted into her own thoughts, trying to recall any possible connection. Yet, she quickly dismissed the notion as impossible. After all, this was an entirely different world from her own, making it highly unlikely that their paths had ever truly crossed. Despite her reasoning, Hermione could not shake the lingering feeling of familiarity that continued to haunt her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEgAys9rWPf
The young man paused beside Hermione, his expression inscrutable as he regarded her. With a quiet, almost guarded tone, he tilted his head and asked, ‘You’re a transfer student?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqfkD5HUJN5
Hermione shook her head, her nerves getting the better of her. ‘Oh, um… no, I’m just visiting,’ she stammered, her cheeks warming as a flush crept across her face. The unexpected scrutiny unsettled her, and she found herself uncharacteristically shy beneath the stranger’s steady gaze. Why am I so flustered? Hermione wondered, unable to pinpoint the reason for her sudden self-consciousness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFsLMfMyuIO
The young man’s brow furrowed as he regarded Hermione, his gaze lingering on her with a searching intensity. For a brief moment, he seemed to be scrutinising her, as though trying to discern something hidden just beneath the surface. Hermione blinked, unsettled by the silent exchange, and whatever tension had built between them swiftly dissipated. The young man let out a soft, indistinct sound, ‘Huh…’ before stepping away. Without another word, he turned and walked down the hall, his figure soon vanishing as he disappeared around the corner.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhd7rl66aAU
As Hermione watched the young man walk away, a sense of confusion lingered within her. She puzzled over his decision to approach her in the first place, unable to understand his motives. Unlike the other people she had encountered, who had all been approachable and warm, he struck her as unfriendly and distinctly aloof. His demeanour led her to believe he preferred solitude to social interaction.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXRw5qpepkz
Hermione shook her head, choosing to dismiss thoughts of him from her mind. She reasoned that, given his withdrawn nature, it was unlikely their paths would cross again in a meaningful way. He certainly did not seem inclined to seek out her company or attempt to befriend her. Inwardly, Hermione hoped her stay would not be long enough to form any lasting attachments. After all, while she appreciated helpful and friendly people, she believed that forming close friendships might only complicate her visit.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIj3R8ooiQM
Hermione was jolted out of her thoughts as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed across the hall. She quickly lifted her gaze and saw Quistis returning, this time accompanied by an older man. The stranger stopped in front of her and offered a polite, reassuring smile before extending his hand. ‘Miss Granger?’ he said, addressing her directly.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsDleW11U7z
Hermione rose to her feet and accepted the handshake, responding politely, ‘Yes,’ and offering a tentative smile. Despite her attempt at composure, she could not dispel a sense of unease that settled over her. Standing before the Headmaster for the first time, Hermione realised she was uncertain about what to expect from the forthcoming conversation.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkUR2VccanI
The Headmaster offered Hermione a warm, reassuring smile as he addressed her. ‘My name is Cid Kramer. Welcome to Balamb Garden,’ he said, bowing slightly in a gesture of respect and hospitality. His approach immediately set her somewhat at ease, softening the nerves that had taken hold moments before. ‘Shall we go to my office?’ Cid suggested gently, inviting Hermione to accompany him. Hermione nodded her agreement, grateful for his considerate manner. As she followed, she paused to thank Quistis for her assistance. Then, with a polite nod, Hermione proceeded after the Headmaster, heading towards the lift that would take them to his office.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCIGC1cT611
The young man reappeared from the corridor and leaned casually against the hall computer. His eyes, narrowed in suspicion and curiosity, swept over Hermione and the Headmaster. He studied them intently, his gaze lingering on Hermione as though attempting to unravel the reason for her presence. Folding his arms, he silently questioned her motives, wondering to himself: Who is that girl? Why is she here to see the Headmaster? Is she perhaps a client of some kind? Despite his outwardly calm demeanour, it was clear that the young man was wary and perplexed by Hermione’s unexpected visit.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjtt8jP4N09
Quistis, having spotted him lingering by the computer, gave him a stern look. ‘Squall!’ she called out, shaking her head in disapproval. ‘You need to change into your uniform! We’ll be meeting for the exam soon!’ she instructed, her voice firm as she gestured towards the north end of the main hall.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXwD4od9ZTP
Squall rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated by Quistis’s instruction. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself away from the computer terminal, reluctantly tearing his attention from Cid and Hermione. ‘I’m going,’ he muttered, brushing his hair back with one hand in a gesture of mild annoyance before slipping both hands into his pockets. He cast another glance towards the lift, his frown deepening as if pondering the significance of Hermione’s presence and the Headmaster’s involvement. Despite whatever thoughts troubled him, Squall turned on his heel and strode off towards his dormitory, making his way to change into his uniform in preparation for the impending exam.
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