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. ]
Oh, don't be so dramatic, Luke. There's always hope for all of us - we don't have to be celebrities to be happy.
[ She wonders how much of this is a joke to him and how much of it is him being truthfully serious about him wanting her to edit the future in such a silly little way. Absently, she wishes that this was actually a video call rather than a text one so that she could see his face and gauge his reactions to what he's saying and the things she's replying with. It would make understanding the underlying messages a little easier, at least. ]
I would have, but someone else took care of them before I could do anything like that. I was a little busy doing other things.
[ Like trying to stay alive, for example. She had her own duel with Bellatrix, but using the witch's wand against it's master had been hard and it wasn't until Mrs Weasley came in that they were really able to take her down. Hermione is a mix of glad and disappointed at that; she still had a creeping feeling of wanting vengeance and, yet, at the same time... She was so, so happy that she didn't have to take any lives. It made her heart a little lighter, she thinks, than it might have been. ]
[ 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. ]
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[ 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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[ She wonders how much of this is a joke to him and how much of it is him being truthfully serious about him wanting her to edit the future in such a silly little way. Absently, she wishes that this was actually a video call rather than a text one so that she could see his face and gauge his reactions to what he's saying and the things she's replying with. It would make understanding the underlying messages a little easier, at least. ]
I would have, but someone else took care of them before I could do anything like that. I was a little busy doing other things.
[ Like trying to stay alive, for example. She had her own duel with Bellatrix, but using the witch's wand against it's master had been hard and it wasn't until Mrs Weasley came in that they were really able to take her down. Hermione is a mix of glad and disappointed at that; she still had a creeping feeling of wanting vengeance and, yet, at the same time... She was so, so happy that she didn't have to take any lives. It made her heart a little lighter, she thinks, than it might have been. ]
I do. Both of them, actually.
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[ 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. ]