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( #001 )

Who: Hermione Granger and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, baby
When: From now until shuffle!

[ When she wakes up, the first thing that's obvious to her is that this is not her house; it's nothing like it, and that's more than enough to have her drop her hands to her hip - where, again, there's nothing familiar. The next stop is around her neck and it's obvious that she finds some comfort there, her fingers sliding around a ring before she breathes out and moves to sit up. At least some things are familiar, and she recognises a video feed when she sees it, lifting her free hand to push her hair out of her eyes. ]

Well, this isn't the Drabwurld, is it.

[ She sounds remarkably put out about it, shifting to stand and adjust her weight, her fingers finally dropping away from the ring around her neck. It's only then that she really looks into her feed, wondering if it worked just like the lockets did - and, at the same time, wondering if she ought to be afraid. Considering the number of worlds and things she saw and went through in the Drabwurld, however, she thinks that it'll take a little more than this to put her on edge, even without her weapons. ]

I don't suppose anyone here has heard of Nimh Gleanne? Leathann? ... Anything like that?

[ There's a kind of awkward hopefulness in her voice as she tries to smile, the scar on her cheek shifting with her lips. ]

Anyone?

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[He offers a smile-- it ought to be a familiar smile, at least, if not a bit younger than she's used to.]

Sorry, no, but-- people come in waves, and simply because they're not here now doesn't mean they won't be here later. I'm Remus Lupin-- it's nice to meet you.

[ Instinct has Hermione reaching up to touch the scarring along her jawline - three rather short scratches, permanent and white, the kind that might be obvious to Remus - werewolf scars. They were given to her by him but not him at the same time and Hermione feels something curl inside of her as she forces her hand away.

The last time she saw him she had sent him home to his son. Now... Now he's young, maybe even younger than she is, and it hurts. ]

It's nice to meet you too, Remus. [ She tries her best to smile. ] I'm Hermione Granger. Thank you, for telling me.

Of course.

[His eyes dart up to her hand, to the scars on her face. Oh, yes, he knows those scars. He knows them very well-- and his hand comes to his neck, rubbing at one of his own idly.]

There are . . . several supernatural creatures here. I don't know if you have any familiarity with those, I don't know what your home is like, but-- for example, I'm a werewolf.

[Hard to say. Harder than it ought to be-- but perhaps she is as well. And if he were new here, he'd certainly want to know about other werewolves.]

[ If there's one thing Hermione knows it's that she is never, ever going to tell Remus that he was the one that gave him these scars. In the Drabwurld he was older but he was lost, too - he never felt like enough and that started when he was young. Finding out that he lost control, that she had failed him and not given him his potion, the magic... It would hurt them both too much.

She can say nothing and hold that secret deep, deep down inside of her. ]

I've met a werewolf before. He - he was one of my best friends, actually. Like family to me, more than anything else. I don't think I'd be here without him. [ She softens, smiling gently at him. She's not one herself, but she thinks she's more like Bill and Remus than people might want to admit when they see her. She's never really been through a full moon properly, though. ] Besides, I'm a witch. I think I'm supernatural enough to fit in just right.

You certainly will-- I'm a wizard to boot. [He offers her half a smile, reassuring and a little grateful.] If you've any questions, or need anything-- I'm at your service.

Next you're going to tell me you went to Hogwarts. [ And she's teasing, very gently, because she knows he went to Hogwarts. This is her way of getting him to say it so she doesn't mess up later - she's learned the hard way about her mouth, after all. ] And thank you, really. It means a lot to me.

[He hesitates-- and then, uncertainly:]

You're from our world.

[Not a question.]

Do you know me?

[After all, he's from James' future. It's not inconceivable that this girl is from his future (and again, he thinks about the scars on her cheek).]

[ She hesitates for a moment and then breathes out.

Why is this always so hard? ]

I do. Know you. Quite well, actually. Remember the best friend, the one that was a werewolf?

[ She smiles at him, softening a little. ]

You were quite a bit older, but... You were still him.

[Oh. Oh. Remus blinks, because-- best friend, and that implies a level of intimacy he hadn't known he'd had room for, beyond James and Sirius and Peter. But he smiles after a moment, uncertain but trying, because-- well, if she calls them that, then they must have been. Right? And if they were-- or are to be, or however you're supposed to structure it--then they're bound to again.

His smile fades after a moment, though, and he brushes his hand against his cheek.]

Did I--?

Did you -

[ She reaches up and touches the scars - and she softens, shaking her head. She has no reason at all to even imagine telling Remus the truth and she holds herself steady, filling herself with all the confidence that came from being a Marchioness, from being a leader. ]

No, no. You saved me, you would never hurt me.

[ Which is true. Remus - the one she had known - had saved her life more times than she could count. He was family, her rock, someone she loved more than she could ever put into words, and she would never put anything of that on this Remus' shoulders. It wouldn't be fair and she knows it. ]

I was in charge of your potion, though, and I did learn a few tricks to help with the transformations.

[Thank god. Shameful, that that's his first thought, that he doesn't think something more sympathetic-- but it's the truth. Thank god, thank god he hadn't slipped, thank god he hadn't cursed someone else to anything involving this wretched disease.

Some of that relief must show on his face, though he tries to hide it.]

I've found this place calms me a fair bit-- I've more control over my changes than I once did. What potion do you mean?

[ All she does is smile - why would she point it out when it would embarrass him? Hermione isn't cursed, not entirely, but she has some of the traits; if she wasn't already a lioness by magic then she's sure she would've adopted the growling and the glaring, even some of the aggression - but Solais had already taken care of that.

Of course, the realisation hits her and she leans forward, eyes wide. ]

Oh! Oh, Wolfsbane wasn't invented until the 1970s, you wouldn't know! It's a potion, a complex one, admittedly, but it helps with the transformation and what happens to werewolves on the full moon. It softens the effects of lycanthropy and prevents a werewolf from losing their minds after they turn.

[His eyes widen. It's a little like what Remus has already-- but Remus only has a little input with Moony now. It's a suggestion, nothing more-- but to not lose his mind entirely, to be able to be normal, to just curl up and fall asleep instead of becoming some demented creature--]

You know how to brew it? Can you teach me?

Of course I can. If we can find the ingredients and set up a decent lab of some kind then I'm sure it'd be easy for the two of us together.

[ Not that Remus had ever really enjoyed the brewing part, but - ]

I can teach you the spell, too, if you'd like.

I'd be terribly grateful. I doubt we can find the ingredients in time for this month's transformation, but by February-- I mean, it can't be that hard between the two of us.

The spell will absolutely help for this month, I promise. It makes it far less painful and it seemed to make the wolf happier, too. I, um. [ Here, she looks a little embarrassed. ] I used to take care of you, in my house, when it was that time.

[His cheeks color slightly-- but he smiles.]

Thank you. I mean, I suppose I-- it was another world, but-- still. That's very kind of you. If you-- you know-- want to come by this month--

If you would let me. I... I have a - it's sort of an animagus. But it's not the same thing, not really, it was a gift from the Queen. It helped, I think, having her - me - nearby. I liked being there, too, for my fa- friend.

[ Family. ]

[He hears that slip and his stomach lurches-- but he doesn't comment on it. Not right now. There's too many thoughts swirling around in his head, but he won't forget that.]

What is it? I'm sure Moony is glad for the company-- he's quite put out that Padfoot isn't here, honestly.

[ There are more important things to focus on, and right now - well. Hermione is more than happy to show this off. ]

Just a second, let me -

[ Reaching out, she shifts and breathes out, adjusting her stance and closing her eyes. Then, after a moment, she shifts and transforms into a lioness - a brilliant white lioness, with a pair of wings that curl around her more like a griffin than anything else. She stays that way for a handful of moments, letting Remus see before she turns back, breathing out. ]

There.

Brilliant.

[He murmurs it fervently.]

That's brilliant-- a griffin, then? How long have you been able to do it?

Sort of a mix between a lion and a griffin - either Solais took my title seriously or she thought she might play a trick on me because of the 'Gryffindor' thing.

[ Either way, that's what she was; Lioness Courant, literally and metaphorically. ]

It's been just over a year and a bit, I think. I lost track of time, really.

Is it like being an animagus-- I mean, are there two separate personalities?

Sometimes it feels that way. I suppose it depends on my mind when I transform? Sometimes I'm in complete control, other times...

[ She hesitates, glancing away for a moment, throat tight. Sometimes she has no control and someone ends up dead. One time, but a haunting one. ]

I can think like myself, but it's hard to communicate with other people. It was easier with my friend - he was a telepath and we could sort-of speak.

Well, we can work it out over the next few months. I mean, if it's anything like what I'm used to, it shouldn't be that hard.

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