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WHO: Hermione Granger & her magical pack of pixies (aka you)
WHEN: During Silent Night
WHERE: the Inn & surroundings
WHAT: can i interest you in some slice of life in these trying times? catch-all and open to all who want some cute form of interaction (warning: i may bite you in the feels) with Hermione before the new arc starts; bring on the magical weeds too
WARNINGS: will add if necessary


[ooc: please feel free to to either PM me or reach me on plurk/discord if you want a separate starter, or throw your own in here. get in losers, we're doing shenanigans.]

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She falters at that idea. "I don't think you can prank ghosts," she murmurs, unsure. Connecting the dots in her head. "Anyway - ah! I forgot to say, hi. I'm Hermione."

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She sits up a little straight to look at the bushes warily, expecting at least two guards to jump out as soon as he mentions them. "Incredible," she murmurs, "the reminder that you've got your own personal guard was very subtle." She glances his way with a sly grin. "Your Majesty."

And lets out a little laugh, before shaking herself out of it. She's not trying to mock him here. It's not that she doesn't think he's capable, she does, but he's practically her age and he's so down to earth and it feels strange still to know a king of anything.

"Sorry, sorry - is it my turn?"

[reparo]

"I don't know," she mutters, equally confused by how the wizarding world works sometimes. "By all means they should be, but sometimes it feels like they just decided to not get cavities and their teeth...obeyed?"

She pulls a face. "The wizarding world is strange, Wrathion."

[reparo]

[ Incredibly smart, Red says, and Hermione wants to laugh hysterically because she doesn't feel incredibly anything stuck here. Except for delusional, trying to convince herself she was just busy when the beacons turned on.

She lets out a sigh and squeezes Red's hand back. ] I'm not ready to face that. I'm not...

[ Here, a helpless shrug. ] What if I see this through to the end of whatever line points us east? What if I stick around just to make sure that...that everyone makes it back alright.

[ Although, at this, she pauses, taking in the girl in front of her. Would Red want to return to wherever she's from? There are plenty of people around who wouldn't, for many reasons that are all their own, but she hasn't asked Red this question.

And if it came down to it, would it matter? Would the beacon care, if Hermione grabbed Red's hand and took her along with her, instead? Would it work?

Silly thinking. ]

Truth is, it's a mystery - what is East? I'm more curious than I should be, I guess.

[wooden_one]

That's a good attitude to have, he thinks. Especially with how different some places are.

"It is good to keep an open mind." In fact, if he were being honest (which he will never be, not aloud), he found it all very curious. He liked learning new things. Will he admit it though? Unlikely.

Also, he says that but calling her by only her first name is...a little strange isn't it? Almost as strange as being asked what he would prefer to be called. It isn't even just that he's used to people knowing conventions to just call him Yuheng Elder or Grandmaster Chu. It was the whole, being asked what he wanted bit that is unusual to him. Most people were content to assume his preference was for the most formal of addresses. Most people were too scared to assume otherwise.

For a moment, he actually pauses in his folding.

It was clear she came from a place where using someone's full name isn't a given. He also had very little interest in those lofty titles people had given him. Still, to give her permission outright to not use his full name, or even to use it without titles seemed a little odd.

After a brief moment of internal panic that only manifested as a brief frown, he looked back at the shirt he was folding. "It doesn't matter. Call me what you want."

[song_of_fire]

Dany can only assume that Hermione is relaxing when she slips into the water. Given the heat and steam, what else could it be but basking? While it's not hot enough to Dany's tastes, she still manages to feel the tension seep from her limbs and the long journeys ease away from her muscles.

For a moment, they could at least enjoy a moment of peace before their trek began again, as it always seemed to.

She was pleased to feel more than fuzz under her fingers. "It was burned off when I brought here. Now it is finally growing back. I wonder what will happen first, if it grows long enough to braid or we're sent home?"

[reparo]

Some basking is happening now; there's a more relaxed air to her, after all those close brushes with people she both found attractive and tried very hard to not notice they were naked in the hot springs. It's not that she thinks Dany isn't beautiful (obviously, she is), but there's no tension there - this is a safe space.

"God, I hope it doesn't last that long. What would it be, at least a year for it to be long enough to braid?" Well, that might be likely, if they consider how everything's been happening so far. "But...what would you rather?"

plays Montero by Lil Nas X

[reparo]

That feels like a trap. Call him what she wants? What if she commits a faux pas? What if she's rude? What if she's too familiar? What if she calls him Wanning and it's the equivalent of someone completely new to her calling her Hermy, or something equally atrocious?

"Chu Wanning, then," she decides, because that's the safest. "So, is this what you've chosen for cover here? The laundry? I suppose it's helpful - if you're ever caught outside wandering, you can always claim it's because you were airing out the laundry."

[growlies]

That would be a really kind and brave thing to do - to want to make sure everyone else made it through even if that meant you couldn't go as soon.

( Red's face does become a grimace at the thought of making it back alright to her own world herself, though. She does not want to go, but she is also aware she can't stay here and can't avoid returning as much as she might want to. Her hand remains in Hermione's, and she shakes her head.

There's something of a smile. )

Why can't you be curious about it?

People believe- they have always fought to believe that they can forge their own paths, their own destinies. It might not always work out, but nothing would ever change if no one ever tried.

Maybe you can see what's to the East. ( Even if she has a world to return to, even if- )

[chosenbylight]

Anduin meets her grin with a wry smile of his own. He knows that he's being teased, a little, but -- it's alright. He doesn't mind it all that much, especially not when he knows it's all in good spirit.

"It the guards impress you, I can only imagine what you might make of SI:7," Anduin says, with the huff of a laugh. Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye before he elaborates, "Stormwind's elite special operations force, special intelligence, and special military dedicated to the protection of the crown." He makes a little gesture as if to indicate himself.

"You had better take a turn and spare me."

[wooden_one]

He would have died from embarrassment if she called him Wanning. Though he wasn't sure what he would have done if she had tried.

Which is why his shoulder relaxes a little when he realizes that she will just call him by his full name. It was still a little strange to be called that by someone younger than him and a stranger no less but it wasn't the worse that she could have called him.

It was better than the man who'd called him 'love', certainly.

"I was helping out with strengthening the wards." He says as he resumes folding the laundry. "Someone was carrying these and she seemed like she had a lot more left to do." So he volunteered, more or less. "I had free time anyway."

[reparo]

"Oh, I see." There's a little smile here. "That's very nice of you to offer to take the load off her shoulders, in that case."

She weighs whether to tell him why she's here, sitting by a closed off well and pretending to be mending torn bedsheets. Maybe it could earn her some sort of an ally? Perhaps two pairs of eyes seek better than one!

"I was actually snooping, if I'm honest," she admits. "It's odd that the wells are shuttered off, don't you think?"

[reparo]

She actually lets out a laugh at that, relaxing a little bit under the circumstance. "Oh, so you have a guard, and a specialised, elite guard as well? It's a good thing I know you're capable of looking out for yourself and managing daily tasks..." She bets a different king would have a guard specially designed to wipe their arse, too. Not Anduin, though - not that she's thinking about his arse at all, stop.

Her turn, right.

"Right, here I go. I'm wielding my enemy's wand, I have travelled through time, and my pet at school was an owl that I used to send my parents letters with."

[wooden_one]

"Who's nice? I already said I just happened to be free."

He says it as if being called 'nice' was the worst thing in the world. Honestly, he never fails to be surprised when people see through his intentions here. It wasn't something that happened so often where he's from.

"It is odd." After all, covering the well so tightly made it hard to actually use it for what it's for. "Have you discovered anything?"

[song_of_fire]

It was better that this was a safe space rather than anything else. To be honest, Dany was quite pleased to be with Hermione, someone else who seemed curious about the world and eager to learn, as she wished to. With that sort of connection, it made moments like this even more safe.

"It could be," wasn't it already over a year for her? It only occurred to her then that she lost track of how long she'd been absent from Mereen. "I need to return when I can," but if she left, she'd be leaving a number of people she cares for as well as one she loves. "I feel as if I have been living selfishly since arriving. I do not have that luxury."

[chosenbylight]

She may not be thinking about it, but it's a very nice arse nonetheless. It's all the horseback riding. It really helps shape the thighs and glutes. Just you wait until he lets himself dress in something that actually flatters his body, rather than just whatever he can find that vaguely fits.

Also, technically SI:7 is more of a special force, in a spy intelligence-like sense, but he's not going to get finicky just now. He offers a smile and a shrug, listening instead to what she offers next.

"Hmmm..." Two truths and a lie. He studies her for a long moment, contemplating this list of facts. "I suppose it says something about what I know of magic that any one of these things any one of these things can be true."

[faceblocker]

Hermione's hesitance only makes Vi wish she could think of a good prank, but there's not really anywhere to lay low in case of it going wrong, and until they can get home she is honestly doing her best to avoid trouble. So she'll shrug off the idea with a subtle smirk.

Who knows. Maybe inspiration will come to one of them when it's time to leave.

"Vi."

Finally, she'll glance to whatever it is that Hermione's holding before she got ambushed. She raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Don't tell me they have you doing their paperwork, too."