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 - voice.

[brainiest]

[ She breathes out, sharp and sure, before she swallows, staring at the blank network. ]

Faolan. Will you - just... I'm going to help you. Whatever you need me to do, whatever charms I can offer, whatever it is that you have to do to fix this, just tell me. I'll go with you - I'll work with you.

compass - voice.

[reticence]

No. Don't go with me, please. Stay here. Stay safe. It's bad enough...

[It's bad enough that he's drug Lancelot into his mess. He can't imagine sending him away though. Telling him to stay behind and walking off into his certain doom. Though he knows he might very well have to, on a descent into the vaults.]

I've got invisibility charms, charms to silence my footsteps, charms to unlock doors. I have your cloak from Yule, and I'm sure that Lancelot is working on acquiring other items. I don't know what else to ask for. I don't know...

[Who could possibly outsmart a creature like Management two times in a row? Certainly not Faolan himself.]

compass - voice.

[brainiest]

I'll put some more charms on the cloak, if you'll let me, and give you some potions. I have a little luck potion, but it's not nearly as powerful as it was at home... If I had tested Polyjuice I'd let you have that...

[ She hesitates, obviously nervous. ]

Will you try to be safe, too?

compass - voice.

[reticence]

[He nods, slightly, even though she can't see it, before he speaks up again.]

As safe as one can be, when journeying into the mouth of the beast...

[It's not exactly comforting, he knows. But it's the truth.]

compass - voice.

[brainiest]

I wish you could be safer.

[ As in; how about you don't go, Faolan? She knows that isn't an option, though. ]

Let me know when you're back, yes?

compass - voice.

[reticence]

[Faolan lets out a short laugh, and the sound is more than slightly bitter. She's not the only one who wishes such things for him. He seems to have a talent for getting into trouble, however. He doesn't elaborate on that thought, though. After a moment he simply speaks up to say:]

Yeah. I'll let you know.

Thank you, Hermione. I'll make certain to pay you back somehow, someday. [Assuming he survives this, that is.]