ic inbox/voicemail

[brainiest]

 
"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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compass, audio, 10th

[uneulogized]

Hermione, the marchioness ... among other titles. Do you happen to know who makes these?

[He's alone when he gets the message. It's easy for him to respond.]

Because they keep falling into my lap. I was gonna call and ask a kid with a touch of death, but I've been busy.

[He is decidedly not Dick Grayson.]

[brainiest]

[ Hermione's voice is stern, now, angry. ]

Where is Dick.

[uneulogized]

You mean, the idiot kid who got carried away and went busting into Unseelie lands? That one?

[Distance. It's all about distance.]

He's probably among your own. Damn, though. He sure had a knight in green-scaled armor.

[brainiest]

I mean Dick and you're more than aware.

[ She huffs out a noise, gripping her compass. ]

I don't suppose asking your name would get me anywhere, would it?

[uneulogized]

What do you need my name for? Am I gonna get a Yuletide card for being a stranger who answered instead of a pesky little kid?

[brainiest]

I'm going to make sure that you can't touch another compass, that's all.

[uneulogized]

[The pieces click in together. How handy.]

What is one of Solais' brightest and best doing handing out devices that end up in the hands of reckless teenage boys? That's two, you know. If you profile the kids I took them from, they're practically the same. Scrappy, reckless, well-trained ... and not as careful as they should be. Only they aren't exactly on the same side of the playing field.

What would she say about the one I got off an Unseelie? Would she be upset about her marquis handing that to someone who's so bound up in the Unseelie cause?

[Is he doing a monologue here? A little. But this is too rich.]

I'm not the problem. All signs say that you are.

[brainiest]

It's none of your business what happens between her and I. You're trying to make me uncomfortable or on edge and it's not going to work. I've been here long enough to know better than that, but nice try. It might have worked on someone else.

[ Besides, the one she had given Hiro had been one she had sold before the Unseelie-Seelie communications blockade. She'll not get in any trouble for that, even if she wasn't Solais' sworn. ]

It's very cute, but I'm fine, thank you. And it's Marchioness, not Marquis.

[ With that? The feed turns off and the compass in his hands turns to nothing more than a clunk of gold - and not even good, sellable gold. Just faux gold, a little like the leprechaun variety. ]

[uneulogized]

[He isn't surprised that she can turn it off, but he's surprised she didn't take the little clue. He knows about Nico's promotion, but she didn't catch it. Oh, well. Not his problem. That's the marquis he was referring to, after all, as he assumed that Hiro got the compass through him.

But handing it to Hiro directly? Well, that could be the implication, huh?

Either way, taking contraband off people isn't his problem. And it's not like he's handed it to Morla, though boy, that would be tempting if it wasn't just fool's gold now.]