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So a Jedi and a witch walk into a tea party...

WHO: Hermione Granger & Anakin Skywalker
WHEN: October 8th
WHERE: Super secret meeting
WHAT: Spying on a fancy lady
WARNINGS: idk gross depictions of undead? shenanigans?

[ The hatred of his cover has gone from a seething boil and eased to something more akin to irritation. He has opinions about sand. At least it doesn't include being stuck somewhere on a sand planet. Honestly, it astounded him that people were interested in buying it. With actual money. He has no idea why they're buying his quick talking, because to him, the idea of sand being healing in any way is absurd. Being able to sense people's emotions through the Force has certainly come in handy.

Far be it for him not to take advantage of the fact that someone would rather buy a jar of sand with some dye in it than go to an actual healer.

He wasn't actually expecting to get more supplies, but he's not going to ignore a summons when he's so new to all of this. Better for him to blend in and be able to look around a bit more. When he gets to the courier halls, he spots Hermione and offers her a wave. ]

Good to see you under less disgusting circumstances. [ Because the undead are definitely that. ]

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[The absurd part is that she's meant to be some sort of fashionable designer of clothes, and the only time she dared care about clothes all that much had been the Yule Ball, when she'd tried to make an effort just in the hopes of showing people what's what, and shutting them up.

Somehow, most people in her life would still be surprised to see her in a dress, or something fancy, so Hermione's sure that this level of irony is intentional. (Though of course it isn't, the Merchant - or Karsa - have no reason to keep tabs on the past experiences of anyone who's ended up in Taravast.)

At least it gets her places. She's not sure she wants to be taken to places, but this gives her something to do today.

As luck (?) has it, it also gets her face to face with a familiar face. She raises her hand to wave back, then pulls a face.]

You promised to not mention that I threw up on the undead.

[ Anakin raises his hands immediately in surrender, his expression flustered. ]

Hey, I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that they were disgusting.

[ He's quiet for a moment, looking her over briefly. ]

You look nice.

[Oh, good, she's made a grown man flustered. Bonus point, and absolutely nailing it: Hermione Granger. Is she proud of this? Of course not, this is someone who showed her kindness during an ugly time in life. While he isn't getting hero worship, he does have her respect and interest.]

I've been told that walls have ears here, so... [She makes a gesture to speak low, when talking about how gross this city is. It might just be. On the other hand, she's riding on the high of having liberated a dragon, so...

Also, apparently a compliment, which earns him a brief once-over from her too.] Thank you. I cleaned up. [She's blending in, at least; modiste going to fetch fabric shipments from the couriers can't be walking around in old jeans, because this place might not even know what jeans are anymore.] You look very...somber.

[ Rest assured Hermione, it is very easy to get him flustered if the right buttons are pushed. He nods at the comment, taking a few steps closer. A bit more of a friendly, conversational distance.

Anakin smirks and gestures to himself. He will wear his Jedi regalia until he finds something he likes within his means, okay? Besides, they're very dashing. ]

Thank you. This is the robe without any blood on it.

[ KIDDING. Unless... ]

[That startles a loud laugh out of her, which flusters Hermione right back. So much for not drawing attention? She clears her throat, rueful smile still there, and observes the robe.]

I see that. [She's going to not Check Him Out now, because that's very unprofessional of her. Even though her profession here, in this court, is as a seamstress.] So what do you do, here?

[ Anakin's grin is cheeky, satisfied he'd gotten some sort of rise out of her. She's a completely different person outside a stressful situation.

He spreads his arms with a dramatic flourish and bends a bit at the waist, his expression conveying how he really feels about this whole thing. Annoyed. Incredulous. ]

I am a purveyor of the finest sand-related remedies.

[ Bullshit. He's peddling bullshit. ]

Potions? [Come to think of it, between the dark robes and the demeanour - outside of the grin, because Snape would never deign to smile - she could see him fit the role. She still snorts a little with laughter.] Or maybe snake-oil?

[She sniffs, then tosses her hair over her shoulder, straightening her shoulders. Serious - but not really.] If you need tips on how to act, let me know. I have some examples of potioneers.

[Just don't hate children and bully students and you'll be fine in her books. At least, definitely don't do it because it's your coping mechanism against being a double spy.

Maybe - just maybe - she'll stop spitting on Snape's grave when he's actually buried.]

It beats mine - I'd swap you in a heartbeat. I got modiste.

..Snakes make oil? [ The look he gives her definitely suggests he's thinking about the mechanics of such a thing. It doesn't take much to see that he's a bit out of his depth in all of this. They all probably are. ]

That would be good. [ He leans closer, conspiratorially. ] I have no idea what I'm doing. People seem to buy it well enough, but I'd hate to screw it up.

[ He frowns. ] I have.. no idea what that is, either.

[She lets out another laugh (not a giggle, adamantly not a giggle), this one more discreet, and shorter-lived, because his conspiratorial lean-in is very...

She thinks he's rather neat.]

It's all about the attitude. If anyone asks you something you're not sure of, scoff, peer down your nose at them and tell them to turn to pace 394. Oh, and make sure your robes are the swooping kind.

[She does balk at the question (non-question) about what a modiste is, and decides that she won't tell Anakin that she's sharing push-up corsets.] It's a fancy word for a dressmaker. I did take up knitting for a year, maybe the Merchant found out and decided to be funny. [She shrugs a little, waving the concept off dismissively. Then over his shoulder, she notices the person tending to the supply line coming back from whatever warehouse they were in, and nods at Anakin.] That might be us.

[ It's a giggle and it's delightful, okay? ]

This feels oddly specific. I do have a cloak that can do that. Should I have brought it with me?

[ He has no idea why the other things are important, but he will take mental notes. ]

Oh. It could definitely be worse. Have you had anybody come to you yet? [ Anakin glances over his shoulder to where she looked and hums in response. ] Certainly looks like us. Shall we?

[ He offers her his arm. If she doesn't take it, that's fine. He can just be a gentleman when he wants to. ]

[It was not and she's a professional, alright!]

Yes - next time, do that. [It does look like their supplies are being brought out, however, and in that case they shouldn't dawdle. Everything about this city is creepy, and Hermione hates having to play the part assigned to her. It might be that they're not even supposed to speak to each other, since they're "serving" different factions, but she'll take it as her very own little rebellion when she hooks her arm around Anakin's and proceeds towards the desk.]

Well, for what it's worth, it has been nice to see you again. I've sort of disappeared after the whole... [Cage. Escape. Zombies. Dragon.] Party.

[Distracted, she picks up her piles of cloth, and almost doesn't notice the note on top. And then does notice it.] Excuse me.

[ Uh huh. ]

I'll make a note of it. [ They can't really expect different factions not to interact with one another. That's certainly not how politics works. He's witnessed enough nonsense Padmé had to deal with on the regular to know that she still had to work with other senators she didn't care for. Or even outright opposed. This doesn't seem any different.

He matches her stride and releases her arm once they're in front of their respective shipments. ]

It's nice to see you, too. Things got kind of heated shortly after. [ Meaning his face got set on fire, but it's fine. Fox even came by and healed it after chewing him out and now there's not even a scar to show for it. Who knew Slick had such a support group here. Not that he cares, he can do what he wants.

Anakin checks over the box of sand and his eye catches the edge of a note. Curious, he slides it out. ]

Well.. this doesn't seem like a trap at all. [ He looks over to Hermione, flashing the note briefly. ]

[She scans the note quickly, eyes widening, and shows him hers as well. Then she nudges at him towards the exit of the large room, because maybe they can talk there, instead?

Once everything is picked up and the Taravastian (what else could she call them?) is making their way back to the warehouse door, Hermione takes her wand out and casts a series of quick spells. One to make her load light and easy to carry, one to shrink and fit it inside her bag, and one - thank you, Lily, for reminding her that she's a witch - to muffle their conversation to outsiders.]

Ah, so - we can talk, though it might not last forever, these have a habit of fading unpredictably here. We got the same note - an assignment from above, it looks like?

[ Tucking the note back into his shipment, he hoists the box under his arm and watches Hermione as she.. takes out a stick. With the wave of said stick, something amazing happens. He watches with wide eyes as her load shrinks and sort of floats into her bag. At first, he doesn't really know what to say, he just sort of stands there, mouth agape trying to come up with something. ]

I don't know what you just did, but that was absolutely wizard.

[ Looking a little embarrassed, he shakes his head and gets back to the topic. ]

Assignment from above for different benefactors?

[She didn't exactly forget that he's never seen her cast magic, and she has heard him refer to metals as terms she's not entirely familiar with, so if she were honest? Yes, she flexed. The truth is, no matter how many times she performs magic in front of what would be considered a muggle, no Aurors snap into existence beside her to drag her back home as punishment. She's done a lot of magic since she got the wand back, so at this point...it's a lost cause.

There is a slight smile.] I prefer witch, but it was - magic. Told you I can get out of trouble myself.

[But yes, back to topic.] It feels like maybe one of those situations in which the end result isn't to spy for our separate families, but for the group of people that are out of place here?

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