wit beyond measure is

[reparo]

WHO: Hermione Granger & you
WHEN: The Drought / Ke-Waicai plot
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHAT: Multiple threads
WARNINGS: TBD


NOTE: this log is open for all to interract with, whether we have plans or not. Each starter is open to one character unless specified otherwise; I'd ask to please respect this so I don't bite off more than I can chew lose track of continuity.

If the starters below don't fit, PM/plurk/discord me and we can whip up some wildcard!

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"Long enough for this," she mutters, a little bit frustrated at how often her transfiguration spells will flicker away after a shorter time than back home. She wants to make excuses and say she's usually better than this, but since she's the only one left...she imagines that it won't make a difference. She could just be casting lighting spells and calling it the full extent of her spells, and who would contradict her?

"We should bring back the lab, too," she says, standing guard and ready to take over if Wen Qing gets tired. "Maybe start our own secret witch society."

[silverneedles]

The frustration bleeds into her voice but Wen Qing has been raised well— she blithely ignores it as she continues digging. It's laborious work but she's no stranger to hardship, and it takes some time for her to grow weary.

She is, at least, smart enough to pass the shovel over to Hermione eventually, knowing she shouldn't push needlessly. "I'll stand guard," she offers, brushing dirt off her robes.

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She takes the shovel and goes down on her knees to dig, because she's not a stranger to dirty work. But this is dirty work, and it takes a while to dig a hole deep enough. By the end of it, twenty minutes give or take, she's on all fours and covered in dirt, one arm in the hole while with the other she shovels dirt out.

There's a huff. "I don't say this easily, but gods I could do with a drink." It will be Lily's fault. She was the first person to introduce Hermione to wine, properly, and the fuzzy relaxed feeling that came with a few glasses of it. Not enough for her to seek it out constantly, but enough to remember how placid she felt. Without Lily, though, she might relax even harder - there will be no danger of ruining a timeline or slipping up with a bit too much information.

One more shovel-full of dirt, and as she sits back on her heels, the shovel reverts back to a rock, which she drops to the side.

"Do you think that's deel enough?"

[silverneedles]

"I have wine," Wen Qing says simply. "We'll make a toast to the skulls, after we bury them, and then the rest...." She brought the wine along specifically for the rites but there's nothing stopping them from drinking the rest.

In fact, considering the night they've had, drinking is perhaps the best thing they can do, after burying the skulls.

Wen Qing peers down at the grave, checking the depth, and finally nods. "It will serve our purposes," she says and reaches for the bag so they can bury all of the skulls.