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[ Her expression tightens and she shakes her head, watching him. She's worried, a little on edge, and she doesn't know what to do to help. Remus has done so much for her, not just in the Drabworld but at home too and not being able to offer him anything in return makes her feels... Terrible. It weighs on her like a solid pain in her chest. ]
I just thought I'd come and say hello. [ She leans closer, squeezing him gently. ] I missed you.
I just thought I'd come and say hello. [ She leans closer, squeezing him gently. ] I missed you.
[In a fluid gesture, he bends to bring that same hand to his lips, brushing his mouth across the back of it. For all his lack of manners, there are some hints of chivalry in the bow that follows, in that softer smile and in softer words.
Or perhaps, more simply, this shining knight is simply a very good liar, and a very charismatic fellow all around when he's not busy shoving his ego everywhere.]
Then I will eagerly await the fruits of your labor. Have it sent to my study within the Citadel.
[And thankfully, blessedly, he lets go, and passes her by.]
Look after yourself in the meantime... Hermione.
Or perhaps, more simply, this shining knight is simply a very good liar, and a very charismatic fellow all around when he's not busy shoving his ego everywhere.]
Then I will eagerly await the fruits of your labor. Have it sent to my study within the Citadel.
[And thankfully, blessedly, he lets go, and passes her by.]
Look after yourself in the meantime... Hermione.
I did not know the shard gives us access to more magic. Perhaps that was how I was able to learn the spell for searching out hurts. And yes, I would like to try to learn! If I can expand what aid I can give, I'll be forever grateful.
[Pod nods along.]
The first is White Mandrake and I know it has many uses. The other is very, very rare, and called King's Blood. It can cure the winter lung sickness, among others, and even a wasting disease of the lungs impossible to cure otherwise, if enough of it is used. I'm sure it will be very useful if we can but get more of it to grow. Even the twenty-some plants I have... they wouldn't last long.
[Pod nods along.]
The first is White Mandrake and I know it has many uses. The other is very, very rare, and called King's Blood. It can cure the winter lung sickness, among others, and even a wasting disease of the lungs impossible to cure otherwise, if enough of it is used. I'm sure it will be very useful if we can but get more of it to grow. Even the twenty-some plants I have... they wouldn't last long.
[ rizhao doesn't waste a minute crashing into hermione with the best bear hug she can muster, being a small child, dragonlet-status notwithstanding. "i missed you, miney!" (never mind we saw you three days ago.) "can we make dinner? daddy will make noodles. i can make the eggs!"
RIZHAO YOU SILLY its like two pm. dinner isn't that early. ]
RIZHAO YOU SILLY its like two pm. dinner isn't that early. ]
[ She laughs, happily, squeezing her arms around the little girl and drawing her closer, kissing the side of her head before she stands. Balancing her on her hip, Hermione makes soft noises as she replies, almost cooing, utterly motherly in her nature. ] We'll make dinner in a little while, okay? Maybe when we've done a little bit of work or some reading, closer to dinner time. [ She glances over at Mako and grins. ]
It does! I've been learning how to use my shard to boost myself a little, thanks to Lancelot, and it makes learning magic a little easier. I'll see what I can do about learning magic and how to pass it over to other people here.
[ She looks a bit brighter now. ]
Oh, they sound... Well, Pod, you and I are going to have to have a talk about this. I have a garden at the Citadel that might work if we can figure it out together. We can try and encourage them to grow with a little magic, too - have you tried talking to Flora?
[ She looks a bit brighter now. ]
Oh, they sound... Well, Pod, you and I are going to have to have a talk about this. I have a garden at the Citadel that might work if we can figure it out together. We can try and encourage them to grow with a little magic, too - have you tried talking to Flora?
"It's a good name. Now you just need to find a way to hide your shard, meet some dis...some more disreptuable people, and then you're set." Harry takes her hand in his and she can likely feel the callouses from reins, from hard work, and a few soft scales here and there where he's been recently nicked.
"Tell me about this Rowena. What's she like? What does she do? Akos is a tinker and a bit of a thief, got himself in trouble doping ponies."
"I'll have to figure out that part. Maybe I can use a boon on it, or we can learn some spells or something of the sort... I don't know. I'll get around to it, I'm sure, once things have settled down and the monarchs are back from wherever they've disappeared to." She shakes her head, shifting and cuddling against him, squeezing his hand gently.
"I don't know. Maybe she's secretive, helps people when no one's looking. Maybe she's a sneak, too, likes to wear a lot of black."
"I don't know. Maybe she's secretive, helps people when no one's looking. Maybe she's a sneak, too, likes to wear a lot of black."
"Maybe she is. I know she's clever." He feels warm, comfortable, and safe. It's a much needed break, and he's grateful for it. "Have you thought about what job you'll want after the war's over? I think I'd be a good tinker. I can mend pots pretty well, you know."
"Could be. It's hard to lose a title once it's yours. S'why I haven't gone for one. No lands, no titles." He's had enough of well-known names that are important for other people. Harry still needs to fight the good fight, but he can't be so open about it, so brash. "I can't risk it. If...look, no one wants to hear it, but if something happens, will you try and care for Linn? I don't know if it'll take, but we did something that worked, that kept her from Severine, the Fox's miserable daughter. We can't just let her become a weapon worse than a dragon, worse than a Jabberwock."
"I didn't ask for it, not really. I was second to June and then she ended up disappearing, or going home, whatever it is that happens to us, and now... Here I am. Hermione Granger, Marchioness. I have my house and now, apparently, I have a room at the Citadel and people at my command." Hermione, compared to him, has so much, and she wishes she could share it with him. She wishes she could share her world with him, all of it. She gives him a dirty look all the same, pursing her lips... Before she breathes out. "Of course I will. If she needs anything, Harry, she can ask me. Oh!" She sits up, turning sharply. "I could make her a compass!"
[ The amount of time that Hermione has spent walking between her own rooms and Lancelot's is almost getting a little ridiculous, honestly. She could just apparate over, she supposes, she could pop around to see him quite literally, but she knows that his room is magically protected and she would, more than likely, find herself slammed outside with a spear against her skin, Marchioness or not. It's far better to go and have herself be announced, to walk through with her head held high - even if Lancelot isn't there, which he isn't. She frowns but gets offered to wait inside all the same, wanting to make some time to spend with her friends and to check up on the baby.
... And, of course, as soon as she arrives, he's climbing the wall. Literally.
Her own emotions are a little distracting and for a moment all she can do is laugh, shaking her head and breathing out with a sharp noise before she steps closer to Faolan, holding out a hand to Bridei to try and encourage him to not shove his claws into the poor man's head. ]
Hello, both of you.
... And, of course, as soon as she arrives, he's climbing the wall. Literally.
Her own emotions are a little distracting and for a moment all she can do is laugh, shaking her head and breathing out with a sharp noise before she steps closer to Faolan, holding out a hand to Bridei to try and encourage him to not shove his claws into the poor man's head. ]
Hello, both of you.
Harry laughs, pressed up against the back of the sofa by her enthusiam. "We'd share it. Send you notes. Ridiculous pictures of cows that have spots in funny patterns."
Fairy-instagram. What? He'd still use it for important communication, but why not send a cow with a spot that looks like Peeves' face.
"That sounds absolutely perfect. I'll make you in a little bit, once I've had my fill of you." And this means that Hermione would have the chance to meet Linn near to face-to-face, as much as they're capable of. Pausing, for a moment, she shifts. "Speaking of animals and ridiculousness, did I tell you that Crookshanks might have a bit of a girlfriend?"
"You did not! Are they still holding paws and give bashful looks or do I need to pick out kitten booties?" Do kittens even wear booties? If not, can they be encouraged to? "Inquiring minds, Hermione. This is news. Front page news. If there was a front page, I would put it there."
"They cuddle up together, really, but that's about it. I'm not sure but if he does have kittens... Well, I'm not entirely sure I know what I'm going to do with them all. Maybe a few of my friends can have some." She pauses before she grins. "Would Linn like a kitten, Harry? A quarter kneazle, even."
"I can't make any promises, but I'll ask. I think she'd like one. Although, until we've somewhere more permanent to settle, I don't know that it's a good idea. I wouldn't want to keep it always on the move." At this rate, he'll know every cheap inn, tavern, and friendly stablekeeper in the Drabwurld within a couple years.
There's a pause. "I really like her, 'Mione."
"Then she can stay in Haven until you find somewhere to live. You know that door is always open to you, Harry, no matter what happens between us or what happens in the Drabworld. I can tell her about it, since I'm Secret Keeper, and then Linn can go there whenever she'd like as well." Hermione reaches out, squeezing his hands between hers, gently, shifting to lean in and kiss his forehead. "... I can tell." And, secretly, she wished she had someone like that. Someone she trusted, someone who was as loyal to her, someone who would be close by.
"I'd like that. This isn't a kind world, and she deserves somewhere good and safe, with friends." He's blushing, just a bit, and so pleased that even if they haven't met in person, it's almost as if they're already getting along. "It shows, does it?"
"Then she'll have me, too, as soon as I can get around to actually meeting her. I know I've messed up but I'd like to make up for that, if I can." Hermione shakes her head, watching him before her expression cracks and she laughs. "Harry, you're as subtle as a smack around the face, really."
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