Notes- Can we say random? It started as an idea for an angsty fic about rain, but somehow, I ended up with this. Shrugs

I wanted to be a ballerina. I wanted to be in the Nutcracker, Phantom of the Opera, Swan Lake. I could been have too, just as easily as I graduated top of my class. I could have gone to the Central School of Ballet, easy. I could be up there, dancing in front of all those snooty-too-rich-for-their-own-good formally dressed aristocrats.

I could have been great.

If only I, Hermione Granger, didn't have two left feet.