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Then you have to call me Hermione.
[ She's smiling, now, her hand turning so she's holding onto his weakly, gently. As a friend would. ]
I can teach you how to make them and neither of us will have to do it alone. We can keep records of who owns one, or bought one, and we can work out a way to advertise it, right?
[ She's smiling, now, her hand turning so she's holding onto his weakly, gently. As a friend would. ]
I can teach you how to make them and neither of us will have to do it alone. We can keep records of who owns one, or bought one, and we can work out a way to advertise it, right?
That would be marvellous. I—[He laughs a little as he realizes that he can't grab a pen with their hands together.] Hold on a moment. [Freeing the one hand, he snatches up pen and paper.] We'll need inventory lists, records of ownership is an excellent idea. I've been making connections in Parrais—artists. If you like it, we could commission one for the design of an advertisement. Perhaps you could use magic to duplicate it, that we may spread it about? And there are bards, who might be hired to sing a song that slips mention of our product into its verses. We'll need help with delivery, as well.
[He may be getting a bit carried away in his enthusiasm to help Hermione. BARDVERTISING.]
[He may be getting a bit carried away in his enthusiasm to help Hermione. BARDVERTISING.]
That sounds perfect!
[ She knew she had asked the right person. His enthusiasm is matched by her own and she leans over. ]
All the ones that I've made so far have been gifts and I've kept note of whatever I've made. If people don't want lockets like we have then they can have something of their own enchanted - as long as it has a flat surface for the videos they can have anything. A friend of mine uses his dog tags.
[ She taps the set around her own neck, a mirror of his without the enchantment. ]
And we can commission them, of course! I can apparate around and put posters up once they're done and we can encourage people to pass on the word. Now that I'm not keeping it a secret I could tell my friends they can tell their friends too. Word of mouth can be quite dangerous.
[ She knew she had asked the right person. His enthusiasm is matched by her own and she leans over. ]
All the ones that I've made so far have been gifts and I've kept note of whatever I've made. If people don't want lockets like we have then they can have something of their own enchanted - as long as it has a flat surface for the videos they can have anything. A friend of mine uses his dog tags.
[ She taps the set around her own neck, a mirror of his without the enchantment. ]
And we can commission them, of course! I can apparate around and put posters up once they're done and we can encourage people to pass on the word. Now that I'm not keeping it a secret I could tell my friends they can tell their friends too. Word of mouth can be quite dangerous.
A good name for him, I think! [Padfoot immediately gets a loving rub behind the ears, because what a good friend, hello!, which carries on as Waver talks.]
That'd be perfect. We're going to need our fingers in the near future, and-- [He pauses, realizing that this is a first.] Thank you for that trust. Please, lead the way.
[He straightens up reluctantly, giving Padfoot a soft sorry, buddy. There will be more time for pets once inside.]
That'd be perfect. We're going to need our fingers in the near future, and-- [He pauses, realizing that this is a first.] Thank you for that trust. Please, lead the way.
[He straightens up reluctantly, giving Padfoot a soft sorry, buddy. There will be more time for pets once inside.]
He was named after a friend - which is a long story. [ Having a friend named Padfoot probably isn't the strangest part of her life, really. She shakes her head, moving along and watching as her dog flutters back over, nudging at her hand. ]
... You're welcome, Waver. [ It means a lot to her, that he understands what the invite means. She nods her head forward and starts, Padfoot hovering and nuzzling at her cheek even as she nudges him. ]
Hot chocolate and I'll shove him in the living room. He's wanted to play with me ever since I got my -- well. My own wings, kind of.
... You're welcome, Waver. [ It means a lot to her, that he understands what the invite means. She nods her head forward and starts, Padfoot hovering and nuzzling at her cheek even as she nudges him. ]
Hot chocolate and I'll shove him in the living room. He's wanted to play with me ever since I got my -- well. My own wings, kind of.
[Padfoot's antics get a smile out of him, and Waver trails behind Hermione by about a half step. Alyosha's told him a little about some of the dogs of the Drabwurld, especially mage hounds, but dogs with wings had gone unremarked upon.]
Oh, I don't know, having someone to give belly rubs to during conversation is hardly a bad thing.
Although either way, congratulations on the new flight abilities.
Oh, I don't know, having someone to give belly rubs to during conversation is hardly a bad thing.
Although either way, congratulations on the new flight abilities.
I have bellyrubs and petting duties. Padfoot has to share with my cat.
[ Crookshanks, who lives in her house and practically glares at the dog whenever he comes bounding in expecting cuddles from the surely cat - the cat who wants nothing more than to shove him off and settle in a corner for a nap.
She can't really bite back her secretive grin, though, and she hesitates -- but if she's going to trust Waver with her house she can trust him with this. ]
Would you like to see?
[ Crookshanks, who lives in her house and practically glares at the dog whenever he comes bounding in expecting cuddles from the surely cat - the cat who wants nothing more than to shove him off and settle in a corner for a nap.
She can't really bite back her secretive grin, though, and she hesitates -- but if she's going to trust Waver with her house she can trust him with this. ]
Would you like to see?
Have they learned how to team up together to make sure one of them's on your left, and the other's on your right?
[That grin's hard not to match.]
Yes, but can it be done inside? You probably shouldn't be showing off in broad daylight.
[That grin's hard not to match.]
Yes, but can it be done inside? You probably shouldn't be showing off in broad daylight.
Where's the owl going to sit - your shoulder, or perched atop your head?
[Waver hurries himself, the wind threatening to pick up again.]
Ah, speaking of. The establishment is changing hands and names.
[Waver hurries himself, the wind threatening to pick up again.]
Ah, speaking of. The establishment is changing hands and names.
My head, probably. There's enough hair there - or there was. I'm working on it.
[ It's a little less pixie and more curled, now, which she's glad for. She's quick to turn down the street to her townhouse, still hidden under the charms and protection. ]
Really? Who're you passing it on to?
[ It's a little less pixie and more curled, now, which she's glad for. She's quick to turn down the street to her townhouse, still hidden under the charms and protection. ]
Really? Who're you passing it on to?
I'm sure it'll be a fine nest!
[Waver knows the street, but he looks around as if trying to guess which one is Hermione's. He's passed through here how many times?]
An orc named Thrall. He's massive, green, and one of the sweetest people I've met in the Drabwurld. He'll be turning it into a trading post, so goods will still pass into the area.
[Waver knows the street, but he looks around as if trying to guess which one is Hermione's. He's passed through here how many times?]
An orc named Thrall. He's massive, green, and one of the sweetest people I've met in the Drabwurld. He'll be turning it into a trading post, so goods will still pass into the area.
Oh, that's good! Do you think there'll be some trade of herbs? I'd like to see if I'll finally have a place close to buy potions ingredients.
[ She knows she can pop over to other places, but somewhere just around the corner would be marvellous. Opening up the fence to her house she turns, offering Waver an innocent grin and a wave of her hand. The house will look different as soon as she tells him it's there and reveals the Secret. ]
Welcome to Haven, Waver.
[ She knows she can pop over to other places, but somewhere just around the corner would be marvellous. Opening up the fence to her house she turns, offering Waver an innocent grin and a wave of her hand. The house will look different as soon as she tells him it's there and reveals the Secret. ]
Welcome to Haven, Waver.
I can certainly hint that he'd have a steady customer if you'd like.
[Although with the spire where it is, Waver has to worry if it will be safe for Hermione to be out and about.
As he follows through the gate, Waver has to wonder why this place never stuck out.]
A good name, I think, but I think all the better for your magic. I've never noticed this spot.
[Although with the spire where it is, Waver has to worry if it will be safe for Hermione to be out and about.
As he follows through the gate, Waver has to wonder why this place never stuck out.]
A good name, I think, but I think all the better for your magic. I've never noticed this spot.
That would be wonderful. I'd appreciate it.
[ She knows she can take care of herself. Still, she goes and opens the door and smiles as Padfoot races inside, shaking to get the cold away from his fur. ]
That was the hope. It's under a special charm from my world - it makes it so that no one can tell anyone about this place except me and once you know you can't tell anyone. It's part of the magic, so... Sorry. You'll be able to mention me having a house, but not it's location or what it's like.
[ She knows she can take care of herself. Still, she goes and opens the door and smiles as Padfoot races inside, shaking to get the cold away from his fur. ]
That was the hope. It's under a special charm from my world - it makes it so that no one can tell anyone about this place except me and once you know you can't tell anyone. It's part of the magic, so... Sorry. You'll be able to mention me having a house, but not it's location or what it's like.
[Waver follows in right after Padfoot, at perhaps only a fraction of a slower speed. Once in, the sheer warmth of being inside feels like stepping onto a beach during summer.]
That's a hell of a charm, and honestly, no hard feelings on the not being able to talk about it. With the spire where it is, I'm actually glad for something like this.
That's a hell of a charm, and honestly, no hard feelings on the not being able to talk about it. With the spire where it is, I'm actually glad for something like this.
I'm sure if you needed help with anything Harry could do the spell for you. He did it for me.
[ She trips a little over the mention of Harry but shrugs it off, taking off her hat and her scarf. Rather than her long, bushy hair she reveals something a bit shorter. ]
Hot chocolate, then? Not tea?
[ She trips a little over the mention of Harry but shrugs it off, taking off her hat and her scarf. Rather than her long, bushy hair she reveals something a bit shorter. ]
Hot chocolate, then? Not tea?
If it comes to it at the new place, I'll have to ask him. But for now, we remain open, if only because spaces for everyone to meet are starting to disappear.
[The hair cut causes Waver's eyebrows to lift, but in approval.]
For once, not tea! And your hair looks good like that, by the way.
[The hair cut causes Waver's eyebrows to lift, but in approval.]
For once, not tea! And your hair looks good like that, by the way.
Well, that's why I'm glad I have this. It's getting a bit of a worry now and it's not going to get much easier.
[ It's enough to make her think even as, self-consciously, her hand goes to her hair. ]
Hot chocolate it is. [ A pause and, well. She smiles. ] You'll be disappointed that I'm growing it back.
[ It's enough to make her think even as, self-consciously, her hand goes to her hair. ]
Hot chocolate it is. [ A pause and, well. She smiles. ] You'll be disappointed that I'm growing it back.
I can let you know if it looks like you need to clear out for a while. I don't know what'll come of this place, but--
[He waves the thought aside.]
What prompted the cut in the first place?
[He waves the thought aside.]
What prompted the cut in the first place?
But it's something for now, and as safe as we're going to get, considering.
[ Hermione steps to the little kitchen, using her wand to light a fire so she can start with the drinks. A cat walks into the room, gives Waver a wary look, then hops onto a chair, watching him with a curled tail.
(At least Waver has passed the Crookshanks test). ]
It wasn't voluntary, really. [ Her nose wrinkles. ] The Jabberwock wasn't friendly.
[ Hermione steps to the little kitchen, using her wand to light a fire so she can start with the drinks. A cat walks into the room, gives Waver a wary look, then hops onto a chair, watching him with a curled tail.
(At least Waver has passed the Crookshanks test). ]
It wasn't voluntary, really. [ Her nose wrinkles. ] The Jabberwock wasn't friendly.
[Waver gives Crookshanks a polite nod before he settles down into one of the kitchen chairs. It's quite comfortable, and as always, he has to note how the brand of magic Harry and Hermione use seems like a shortcut for almost everything. Practical, practical, practical, not the academic magecraft of home.]
I'm so sorry that you had an encounter with it. I've only heard reports out of Caer Glaem, Cothromach, and the Station, but everything's been--
[He lets the silence fill in the rest.]
I'm so sorry that you had an encounter with it. I've only heard reports out of Caer Glaem, Cothromach, and the Station, but everything's been--
[He lets the silence fill in the rest.]
[ She shakes her head, turning to look at him. Would it matter if she told him she almost died? That her skin had rotted off around her and that's why she lost her hair? That the only thing that had been on her mind was how tortured the poor creature had seemed, that she had been willing to give her life to protect her family?
(Would it matter, she wonders, absently, if he knew that she kept fighting because the guilt of Caer Scima settled on her like a lead weight, suffocating her from the inside out?) ]
I was at Caer Glaem. We managed to get most of the natives out and a few of us stayed back to distract it while we evacuated.
[ She tries to manage a smile, or something of the sort. ]
It just... Seemed afraid. I didn't want to hurt it, not really.
(Would it matter, she wonders, absently, if he knew that she kept fighting because the guilt of Caer Scima settled on her like a lead weight, suffocating her from the inside out?) ]
I was at Caer Glaem. We managed to get most of the natives out and a few of us stayed back to distract it while we evacuated.
[ She tries to manage a smile, or something of the sort. ]
It just... Seemed afraid. I didn't want to hurt it, not really.
From everything I've come to understand, she wasn't even supposed to be out and about yet. Just a young thing that couldn't be controlled yet, and definitely not something that anyone anticipated being used in this fight.
[Waver knew, because Kayneth had been fool enough to broadcast the Jabberwock's escape to the entire damn network, that it had gotten out only because of the Seelie attack. But there was no need to bring that up, because more guilt wasn't really useful right now.]
I had people create evacuation plans back in January in case the Station came under fire. It worked well enough for this, at least. Sometimes all you can take pride in is mitigating damage.
[Waver knew, because Kayneth had been fool enough to broadcast the Jabberwock's escape to the entire damn network, that it had gotten out only because of the Seelie attack. But there was no need to bring that up, because more guilt wasn't really useful right now.]
I had people create evacuation plans back in January in case the Station came under fire. It worked well enough for this, at least. Sometimes all you can take pride in is mitigating damage.
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