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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?
[private]
[ 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. ]
[private]
[ 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. ]
[private]
[ 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. ]
[private]
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'.
[private]
No.
{ DELIGHTED ]
Snuffles -- and he knew that?
[private]
[ 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.
[private]
[ considering the black family loves their star names, sigh ]
[private]
[ Zipped lips. ]