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[hexuality]

Right.

[ John told her about healing magic, but she isn't in the mood to touch on that right now. Instead, she leans down to sweep a hand over Crookshanks, scratching gently at the base of his tail, then lets him run off before going to sit. ]

So you got through this... siege without any problems? John didn't tell me very much. [ With a quiet twist of her lips, a small smile; ] Apparently I worried him.

[brainiest]

He was worried when we last talked.

[ Hermione starts setting up the tea and food, thankful to have her mind focussed on something other than the daunting pressure of fighting, or worse. ]

He's not used to people our age fighting, I don't think, or being part of a war effort.

[ She turns, then, and looks over at Ginny, shifting a little. ]

I protected the city during the worm attack as best I could, but otherwise I haven't really been a part of the fighting. I'm not sure how useful I could be.

[hexuality]

You're plenty useful, Hermione, don't say that.

[ Ginny frowns over at her, toeing off her shoes and bringing her feet up onto the chair. ]

Think about it. We've done loads more than most witches our age ever did. Like you said, people aren't used to us being part of a war but in a lot of ways, it's been a good part of our lives, hasn't it? Still is, for me. [ She smiles a little. ] You've just got this one to worry about, now. And I've thrown myself into it, worms and all, because I reckon that's the only way to get home—

But I don't know. After this magical coma business, I'm not so sure I trust... [ She presses her lips together, looking around her room like they might not be entirely alone. So she shrugs instead. ] I'll have to give a few things some thought.

[brainiest]

You know what I mean - I'm not a soldier, or an Auror. I'd much rather do the research.

[ Not that she hasn't learned how to fight - she'd had to. She knows how to defend, protect, stun, paralyse, knock out - she knows how to kill and torture. She just doesn't want to put that information to use, not unless it's life or death (as if it hasn't been that way for the last seven years?) ]

We've done a lot because we've had to - we never got the choice. I wouldn't give it up for anything, not really, because it was Harry, and our world, but that doesn't mean it was right. I just wish things could have been easier for all of us, you know?

[ But it's the past and she's grown up to be a strong, capable young woman because of it. She can't complain about that. ]

I'm not sure we can trust them either, really, but they've done nothing to steer us wrong just yet.

[hexuality]

[ She does know what she means, of course she does. And even with what Ginny's done with the DA, she'll never consider herself a soldier—just someone put in an impossible situation making do as best she can. And someday, she'll be well ahead like Hermione and be able to look back on it all with such surety but as of right now, the war is very much her present and so are the scars from the first semester alone.

Ginny presses her lips together at the last bit, though, looking away. ]

Well, it's just been a few months. And High Queen Solais is... well, I don't know what to make of her. Kind enough. But I want to know why I was left like that for practically a month. And maybe we'll never get any straight answers—I hate that.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione pauses for a moment, glancing over at Ginny, almost awkwardly. Sometimes she forgets that Ginny is a little behind her, timeline wise, and this - all of this - might be a little much. She reaches out, touching her shoulder and passing her a cup of tea. ]

I wish I was used to not getting straight answers, but... [ She grins, shrugging a shoulder absently. ] I'm sure we'll figure it out.