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hermione jean granger. ([personal profile] brainiest) wrote2010-03-31 02:51 am

ic inbox/voicemail

 
"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!" 
 
ic contact for hermione granger at eachdraidh.
(text, voice, video, action;
locket, compass, bone charm, letter, owl)
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[personal profile] marred 2014-07-09 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
It's a nice distraction. If JT and Britney can't make it, then what hope is there for the rest of us lowlives?

[ it's not necessarily important to him. if the tone he dictates his text in could somehow make its way into his own words, she'd hear his sarcasm, the way he almost laughs. there's no hope for a demigod. if she were to ask, he'd paint it as plainly as that. but where he speaks too plainly, he senses there's more to the story than a wand simply being taken and given back, as though it had been borrowed without seeking permission from its owner. he doesn't press. unlike hermione, luke's not necessarily hungry for the information right now. ]

I hope you did a witchy curse on whoever took it. One of my brothers took my favorite pair of shoes once. He got his head dunked in a nice, chilly lake for that.

[ it's not necessarily the same, is it? a pair of flying converse shoes, gifted to him by the dad he had begun to loathe, stolen from him in a jest by a brother who hadn't quite been claimed. it's a story that's light, especially compared to the one she shares only the tip of. he could easily match it, with a tale of thalia, or one of annabeth, but he chooses to keep even himself oblivious to those items that had been stolen from him that had been gifted from either of them. ]

[ it gives him an idea, though. ]

You got your wand here?
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[personal profile] marred 2014-07-10 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ no, you have to be deserving of the happiness in order to attain it. that's how luke looks at the world. if he were deserving of it, he'd be handed it — just as he had been in those moments while on the run with annabeth and thalia, the little pockets of time where they were simply kids, either goofing around or being a little family, not running from monsters and the demons they couldn't quite defeat with a well-aimed swing of a golf club. ]

[ rather than reply to anything, really, luke gets straight down to business. it's easy to do small talk with the lockets, but he has a feeling he'll end up distracted from the path he's chosen to walk along, choosing to step on the stepping stones leading him to another one she leads him down. he'd rather take her by the hand and pull her along his — if she agrees, after all. ]

If you're none too keen on getting out of the Station any time soon, maybe you can show off some of your magic tricks. Pretty sure my xBox game can wait.

[ nothing in this place is working for him, not even with a little bit of his own influence upon technology. he'd rather meet hermione in person, if she plans on sticking around for an extra forty-eight hours, than try his luck with google once again. ]