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driftfleet2016-01-22 09:41 pm
brainiest) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-22 09:41 pm
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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?
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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A lioness, actually, if we're being technical. With wings.
[ It's hard not to grin. ]
Do you want to see?
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so he considers hermione for a long moment, weighing it out... ]
Go on, then, if you'd indulge me.
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[ She's careful to adjust her device, turning to make sure there's room before she stops and breathes out. It's not really entirely like an animagus; she transforms, certainly, but it's not as quick and seems a little more magical, as if there is something else that's influenced it more than her will alone.
When she's done, all that's left is a lioness, as promised, though her scars are still present on her face. ]
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... not quite the same.
[ out loud, murmured, to himself, and then james speaks up a bit louder: ]
You can't talk like that, can you? Can you speak?
[ you never know, man, these worlds are weird. ]
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Eventually, she moves forward and turns back, rubbing at her scarred cheek before she huffs a noise. ]
It always stings coming back.
[ But she's quick to ignore it and move on. ]
I can't talk, and it's not really an animagus since I didn't learn it, I was given it, but it works the same way.
[ ... Not that she realises she's given the game away with her technical talk, of course. ]
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So you are from my world.
[ knowingly, and james settles back in his chair, looking pleased. ]
Magic like that can't be given, so I take it you picked it up in this Drabwurld, yeah? Even so, transforming there and back again must take a powerful amount of talent -- and to keep it here, it must mean something to you. You could probably manage becoming a proper animagus with some work.
[ pause ]
Gryffindor?
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I suppose I didn't really keep it much of a secret.
[ And, oh, she can see so much of Harry in James and, yet, he's so different as well. Crossing her arms behind her back she hums, almost absently. ]
I wonder if it would be an animagus on top of my lioness form - since that was a gift from the Queen. My patronus has already changed to match so it would be almost funny if my animagus was a lioness as well.
[ Bowing her head, she nods, once. ]
Gryffindor through and through.
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[ appreciatively, and james considers that for a moment. ]
Technically speaking, I've never heard of a witch or wizard turning themselves into a magical beast -- so if your form were to take the shape of a lioness, it'd probably be without wings. Or, at least, that's what I've read.
[ not that he
you know
has personal experience in the matter ]
James Potter. Fellow Gryffindor, through and through, though lacking the lion patrons and mystical lion form. Could I get your name?
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[ But she would really rather not talk about that and, so, she's quick to follow on and discuss her form. ]
It seems logical. All the animagus I've read about and heard of have never been able to be anything but an animal - people like Falco Aesalon, Morgan le Fay, that lot that didn't have the register - we're never going to be entirely sure. I don't think there'll ever be anyone that turns into a gryffin, no matter how wonderful it might be.
[ Not that Hermione knows all about his adventures into unregistered animagus-ing. Of course not.
She definitely never called his best friend snuffles. ]
You should've seen my office in the Drabwurld - lions everywhere. I'm Hermione Granger.
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The pleasure's mine, Miss Granger.
[ lightly ]
And I don't think you're too off the mark -- magical beasts are an entirely different thing, yeah? An animagus transforms into their true inner being, and for that to be a magical... -- I think you'd be hard pressed to find an animagus whose patronus didn't line up, and if you did -- well.
[ that person has probably got Some Issues ]
At any rate, I'd love to meet the person who managed to turn themselves into a gryffin, but I doubt it's possible. The war would be long since won, I think.
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[ At least it's better than 'my lady'... ]
I wonder if a change in patronus would change your animagus as well. It would be terrifying, I think, if you got used to one and then one day you turned into something different entirely. [ Huff. ] If I could get to the library I would look it up, but I don't think anything the fleet has would even begin to cover it.
[ Oh, how she misses Hogwarts... ]
The - oh. The war. [ THAT WAR. That one that. Ended, then didn't end. ]
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[ he's been hanging around sansa too much, alas and alack. ]
And I think it'd take a fair bit more to change about your animagus, though... well.
[ he pauses, here, because the fact that he's an animagus is public knowledge now, but there's still the pit in his stomach to keep it quiet. and so james shifts slightly, to put a lock on the conversation.
trusting, somewhat naive james. surely no one in gryffindor can be all that bad, right. ]
It's not so simple as just turning into something different, it's a bit more than that. Anyone can transfigure themselves into an animal, if they're skilled enough, but to do it at will takes a bit more... concentration, I guess? Knowledge of yourself, and who you are. I doubt it'd change without you knowing, but I'd bet you couldn't transform into what you used to be anymore.
[ there is a slight pause, at hermione's slight fibbing of the war, and his brow furrows slightly -- noticed, but he won't comment on it. if she's from the future or the past (something he knows is possible, now, considering anakin skywalker is his bloody co-pilot), he won't press. ]
I reckon there's got to be some folks who have run into the problem. Somewhere.
[ he hasn't, but. he's also 17. ]
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It wouldn't surprise me if it did change. A patronus is incredibly personal, a part of who you are, and if that can change then, surely, so can the animal form that you take when you change and transform. Like you said, it's knowing who you are, not just at a surface level but deep down inside, too. I think if you change and you can't accept it then, maybe, you wouldn't be able to transform at all. Magic is far more emotional than some people would like to admit.
[ Even herself. Look at the patronus, one of the few spells she'd ever found really difficult. Look at the torture curse that required real, true hatred to make it work, real meaning behind it. Magic was as much about intent as it was about logic and wandwork and, sometimes, that was incredibly frustrating. ]
If I had the time to read through all the books in the library I'd probably find it, but considering I was in the Drabwurld...
[ Hermione shakes her head, pushing on a smile. ]
I think we might just be stuck with theory.
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[ a slight purposeful giveaway; she had been kind enough to share her form, so he may as well fess up, if only a little bit. ]
Though I will warn you that the rooms are a bit small, on board the ships. Your wings might get a bit cramped.
[private]
Does that mean you're going to show me yours, since I showed you mine?
[ She's teasing more than anything else, her grin softening into a smile. ]
I'll stick to using it for sleep. It's easier to rest when I'm a lion - it's hard to explain.
[ No one can sneak up on me. Perhaps James would understand; he fought in a war too. There's no hiding that. ]
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[ lightly, with a slight grin -- and james will, but ! ]
And I don't think it's as hard to explain as you think.
[ james can't count the number of times he woke up to find padfoot, the massive beast of a dog that he is, on the foot of his bed, or underneath his own. but james sets up the comm, stretching his arms slightly. ]
I'm afraid mine isn't as pretty as yours is, but --
[ and then, there's an effortless melding -- much faster than hermione's transformation, and perhaps a bit more intuitive, but before long, there is soon a large stag peering into the communicator, huffing softly in greeting. ]
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[ And she would. She grew up hearing about the Marauders, saw Sirius and Remus and Wormtail, saw the lot of them change and shift - and she wants to see James, too. She feels a little guilty that she gets to see this and Harry doesn't, that, right now, she's talking to his father and befriending him and learning about him - but the Harry she left in the Drabwurld isn't the Harry that would appreciate this for what it was.
That makes her feel better. ]
Maybe I'm too used to having to explain myself.
[ But - then James transforms and Hermione stares, eyes wide even as she leans closer, as if it would make it easier for her to see him. Delight colours her features and then she laughs, practically gleeful, putting her hands over her mouth. The Stag himself, she thinks, and he looks just like the patronus she knows so well, her heart skipping in her chest. ]
You're far prettier than I am, James.
[private]
You flatter me.
[ he has no idea, really, what significance his animagus holds, or how important it becomes. but he's delighted that hermione seems to have enjoyed it, and he even offers the slightest of bows. ]
My friends are prettier, I promise you.
[ peter, at least, makes for a cute rat, and sirius' form is frequently lauded as the most adorable furry dog in all of hogwarts. though the girls don't really know it's him. bastard. ]
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[ Because the stag was beautiful and it reminds her so much of home, of Harry, of being at peace and happy and the end of the war... There's no escaping that. The stag and Harry's father were a huge part of their journey - and, Merlin help her, she can still remember standing at their graves and summoning flowers for them. ]
Mm, I don't know. I think you've got them beat.
[ ... Not that she knows who his friends are.
No way.
Never. ]
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[ with a soft hum, though he catches that, with a slight tilt of his head. curious.
hermione knows. nobody knows -- it's a closely kept secret, at home. so how does she know? ]
You know Sirius and Peter.
[ it's not a question, but james doesn't look bothered. just curious. ]
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I know them, yes. All three of them, actually.
[ See those werewolf scars? Guess who. Not that she would ever admit it. ]
We called Sirius 'Snuffles'.
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No.
{ DELIGHTED ]
Snuffles -- and he knew that?
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[ She shrugs a shoulder. ]
It was easier to chatter about him that way. It would seem strange if we talked about a dog with a person's name.
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[ considering the black family loves their star names, sigh ]
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[ Zipped lips. ]