[ The delight Hermione feels when Tamamo's tail glows is obvious, and she moves a little so she can get a better look, her expression calming into something far sweeter than the despair she had fallen into before. Anyone showing their powers to her was incredible and she revelled in it, especially when she knew that the other woman must be doing it to make things a little easier for the both of them, to cast a little brightness to the otherwise cold and rather dark room.

It's easy to wrap herself around Tamamo then, to lean close and feel soft and warm and content, to close her eyes and bask for a handful of moments, to let the sadness slip away and something replace it. She wants to feel calm, she wants to feel happy, and she has to do her best not to trip over and fall into her own hurt again, especially when Caster is right here beside her. ]

We loved each other, even if we were a little messy sometimes. [ Huffing a noise, she shakes her head, leaning forward. ] I just... Forgot that he would come back. He was immortal, he was never dead for long, and I... Just forgot.