Hermione Granger


I've decided to dress like Hermione ,a character in the movie harry Potter . She is iconic I love her a lot since childhood,I love how she thinks and her beauty?  damn ,I couldn't care less . 

Hermione love studying and go to the library, her usual spot. It comes to my mind that I should probably try to start  acting like her ,I mean her whole being . To be her is such a privilege so that is why I'm using her card to romantacize my school and personal life . Well... I couldn't copy her entirely but I'm sure by just a little of her signature will do.

We will start of her color , Hermione's usual color as far from I observed she always wearing something has a vintage brown ,but I want to mix it with other color which is red or something similar with the color red .


For the hair , kind of curly hair and brownish so that my skin will highlight since I have a bright skin or maybe I could braid it sometimes during our physical education period. 


She's is brainy bright thing so maybe I could do something for myself that i can be proud of like doing tha task or activities immediately or making the quiz seemingly perfect ,I mean everything should be close to perfect.

Hermione has this slenderness and graceful body . Although I have this insecurities lies underneath my skin but maybe I could do something different,maybe I should face the change in me , because none of these things here in the world would be permanent.

The shoes might be brown colour, we're going to focus on Brown color that is the main colour ,second one is red ,white or black for mixing .


Wish me luck ,I'll give an update soon haha!!

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