Surrounded with lots of people who brought positivity and activeness to her, Hermione reveled in the pleasant atmosphere.
Her gaze sliding from one corner to the other.
All eyes on her, chuckles, murmurs and whispers floated in the air.
Though she could not comprehend what they were saying because of her inability to understand their tongue. But it was pretty clear that they were all distracted by her appearance.
Even with all the eyes on her, she found herself out from her shell. Unlike her previous self when it came to attention, she felt neutral and instead interested.
She didn't feel like pulling away or repulsed. Something in her wanted to familiarize, crave to socialize, and finally feel like home.
"It's pretty right?" Carmine propped seeing Hermione's star struck face.
"Yeah, It is." Absent-mindedly, she replied.
Her gaze followed a little girl with red hair slightly perculiar to Ottilia's.
