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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.]
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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Is she mending them by needle and thread? No, for the most part she finds herself a secluded room and reparos every one with magic, because she's not going to actually play along. It's a cover, honestly.
So, when the shirt gets dropped in her lap, outside, by someone wearing a talisman, she thinks ah, one of the travellers, like me. And mends the tear with magic, without even thinking it.
Some wizards that taught Hermione before used to say that the more you do a spell, the less you end up needing your wand or even the verbal spell for it. There are a few things she can do wandlessly by now: light the way, mend broken things, unlock doors. The shirt mends itself easily enough, and she holds it out before noticing the stain.
"You might need to scrub that a little with soap."
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He sits down and takes the shirt back, running a hand over where the tear had been. His mind starts turning. He wonders if such a thing could be replicated with cultivation? He wonders if anyone could learn, if it could be used on the Holy Night Guardians back home?
He frowns because he'd literally just washed this shirt? It was already clean, wasn't it?
"...I know how to do laundry." It sounds a little huffy, which it sort of is. Chu Wanning is the sort of person who doesn't like making mistakes or being perceived as not knowing how to do things. He's come to find he's fine not knowing things from other worlds but something as simple as laundry? Everyone knows how to do laundry!
Is what he thinks but then he starts folding the shirt in his hands and he clearly has no idea what he's doing as he does a poor job of it. He doesn't crumple it, but it's clear that his idea of folding is to make the shirt take up as little space as possible without any real thought put into how it might cause creases or whether it'd actually be able to be put away neatly.
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And then she watches him start to crumple up the shirt and thinks oh no, I've been rude! and then thinks oh no, he can't fold? and then definitely thinks no, I shouldn't try to show him how to do that.
"I - uh." It does hurt to see all the wrinkles, but. Moving on. "I'm not sure we've met in person? Have we? I'm Hermione Granger." She then remembers that the name and surname order does not always function the same way in all worlds, or countries, so she adds: "That's Hermione, of clan Granger, I suppose."
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He does the folding so carefully and patiently that it's a little amazing, in contrast, how terrible a job he does.
He sets the monstrosity he calls folding to the side and takes another shirt to fold it with the same level of careful incompetence.
It was good that she clarified as he would otherwise have been left to guess. Though maybe ultimately it didn't matter since as far as he's concerned, using one's entire name is the norm. Except, perhaps, to save him the potential embarrassment.
"I'm Chu Wanning...my surname is Chu." He adds the second part because it seemed the right way to do it since she had clarified. But it also sort of felt weird. There is no Chu clan he had come from or even really a Chu family. He was, as far as he was aware, an orphan. "I had never known anyone to have their given name come first before coming to this place."
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"It's how it's done where I come from," she murmurs, and shrugs. "Although just because it's like that there does not mean it's the only way or the right way. I've been trying to...learn."
She keeps asking Sizhui if calling him Sizhui is too forward, but he keeps fairly quiet on that front. The diplomat.
"So do you prefer I use your whole name? Chu Wanning?" A pause. "You don't need to use my surname, given name is enough."
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"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."
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"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."
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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."
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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?"
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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?"