[ She's too focussed on what she needs to do to help other people; her role as Marchioness, as Lioness Courant, as Protectress... They had all given her purpose and an image to make herself feel a little more comfortable. She didn't have to worry about proving herself to be more than just Hermione; all she had to do was prove herself as being good enough to do her job, and she did. She'd lead armies, fought in battles, saved lives, and she did it all because she wanted to help people.
The juice makes her smile, a raising her eyebrows. Now she feels as though she's being taken care of, and she doesn't really know what to say about it. ]
I had a friend that used to try and make bread. It was hard, but we made it work.
[ But... Hermione breathes out. It's diving right into the deep end, isn't it? One of the things that's caused her the most guilt and it's right there, waiting for him to hear. She wonders how he'll judge her, if he'll be as vicious as Harry was or as forgiving as John and Remus.
Making herself a little more comfortable on her chair, she swallows. ]
A friend of mine gave me a magical item called a Sigil and asked me to hide it so that someone who was searching for them couldn't find it. I was working as part of the Seelie court and the Queen found out that I had a sigil and she asked for it. I... I gave it to her, despite promising my friend I wouldn't give it up. Giving her that power meant that she and her husband had the strength to destroy part of the other court, killing hundreds of innocent people.
[ She got those people killed. That's what Harry had shown her, after all, and his bitter, angry voice is still so loud in her ears. I trusted you -
Her hands clench. ]
One of his friends, a mercenary named Alyosha, found out from him. When I met her at a festival she challenged me to a duel because of my broken vow - I had lost my honour. So I duelled her, and I got this scar because of it.
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The juice makes her smile, a raising her eyebrows. Now she feels as though she's being taken care of, and she doesn't really know what to say about it. ]
I had a friend that used to try and make bread. It was hard, but we made it work.
[ But... Hermione breathes out. It's diving right into the deep end, isn't it? One of the things that's caused her the most guilt and it's right there, waiting for him to hear. She wonders how he'll judge her, if he'll be as vicious as Harry was or as forgiving as John and Remus.
Making herself a little more comfortable on her chair, she swallows. ]
A friend of mine gave me a magical item called a Sigil and asked me to hide it so that someone who was searching for them couldn't find it. I was working as part of the Seelie court and the Queen found out that I had a sigil and she asked for it. I... I gave it to her, despite promising my friend I wouldn't give it up. Giving her that power meant that she and her husband had the strength to destroy part of the other court, killing hundreds of innocent people.
[ She got those people killed. That's what Harry had shown her, after all, and his bitter, angry voice is still so loud in her ears. I trusted you -
Her hands clench. ]
One of his friends, a mercenary named Alyosha, found out from him. When I met her at a festival she challenged me to a duel because of my broken vow - I had lost my honour. So I duelled her, and I got this scar because of it.