Hermia was enjoying summer for the first time in two years since her brother's death rocked the family. Learning she would continue as prefect, participating in a Shakespeare festival, finding that she was now Hufflepuff's quidditch captain, and receiving exemplary scores on her OWLs made her feel useful again. Add that to spending the summer around Moroccans, spending days speaking Arabic again, and Hermia was already buzzing with joy when she received an owl inviting her to a quidditch scrimmage.

Today, she was flying with students that were usually her rivals and thrilled to know her family was in the stands, finally seeing her play. Hermia was absolutely glowing when she mounted her broom. At the whistle, she rocketed from the ground, savoring that first rush of defying gravity. Time to do her house, family, and team proud.

Watching Gillenwater snatch the quaffle, Hermia cheered her encouragement and quickly swerved her broom to move with him. "I'm with you, Cameron. Let's go!" Hermia loved that quidditch play allowed for less formalities in address. No one would survive the game if pleasantries were required before warning a teammate about bludgers.

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