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Hermione Granger was getting a bit grumpy. She had chosen to take another voluntary course on top of her classes, Anatomy. Madam Pomfrey was a surprisingly demanding teacher, and without the help of the Time-Turner, the new subject had quickly reduced the hard-working student's free time to a minimum. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, she scratched her back that was aching badly from all the books she carried up the stairs to the Gryffindor bedrooms. Human Anatomy, a Short Introduction by Dandras Lesavio alone weighed more than her cauldron. Her essay about functional arm musculature, due tomorrow, was slowly coming together by the scribe of t

The few days that Jessica had spent since being left in the park by Cassandra had seemed like an eternity. After treating the eager girl's injuries after her intense training, the woman had simply asked for her cell phone number and left, giving only the vague impression that she would be in touch. But Jessica was taking it as a certainty. It would only be a matter of time - after all she had succeeded the challenge, and when the next one came she was certain that she would be ready. Nightly she had bathed her healing fingers and toes in oil and kept them in proper wrappings to maximize recovery speed, as well as doing additional grip streng

The next morning, with plenty of time before noon, Jessica set off at a brisk jog into the bitter winter air. Despite the warning, she was wearing fairly expensive, stylish clothing (if a little revealing – an attempt at showing more of her toughness). She had a white, cropped vest, and grey sports bra with black yoga shorts and a pair of white trainers. Much of her pale skin was exposed to her cold and full of goosebumps, but it was refreshing to her, and she knew it would be just another test of her endurance. As she left, she had an eager smile on her face, full of nervous energy as she tied her black hair back in a ponytail. She ar

Cassandra spent the week secretly researching all about her possible future student. She looked up all the sports competitions Jessica had been in since starting with soccer at seven. She also collected photographs from Facebook and Instagram, and even went as far as to track down and interview her previous trainers at gymnastics, soccer, climbing, and vaulting. All were basically telling the same story: That Jessica had tremendous talent, but lacked the necessary patience and team spirit to succeed in competition. She was described as overambitious, arrogant, egoistic, and stubborn. But all this had just convinced Cassandra even more that th

Jessica had rolled her eyes when she first saw the young woman enter her house – another in a long line of trainers that wouldn't be able to make her dad athletic. But she couldn't help peeking in on the training, and was surprised by the trainer's expertise… she had a way of working that seemed like no teacher she'd had… even if it was wasted on the fat, middle aged man. She hung around after he left, and entered the room, curious. The girl looked fairly slender in her pink tracksuit, like nothing special. Pretty, of course, with her shiny black hair falling down her back. "You look disappointed." she spoke up. Cassandra s