[ 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. ]
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... 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.