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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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Please tell him you are not making a commentary on anything more embarrassing than his overall physique, Hermione. He thought you had your eyes closed, but if you did look... He doesn't want to know.

He shoots her a glance out of the corner of his eyes, before shaking his head to clear it of those thoughts.

"My father was -- a large and impressive man," he replies. "Comparatively, I am just a Little Lion, I suppose. Although he was known in wider circles as Lo'Gosh, the Ghost Wolf. I think it's mainly just because the lion is the symbol of Stormwind. But -- no, it was the dwarves, actually. Who held me hostage."

SHE DID NOT MEAN HIS PENIS, THANK YOU.

She meant his shoulders and his beefy muscles. Outrage a la Lan Wangji is difficult to convey in this format, but - let the reader use their imagination. She sees that side glance, blushes beet red - boy these hot springs sure are hot - and absolutely stares ahead with her lips pressed together until she is no longer perceived.

And she might have told him, in the many conversations since, that her House at Hogwarts was represented by a lion, because the nickname would have honestly tickled her pink a little. Little lion - be more metaphor-for-the-Harry-Potters-in-her-life, Anduin.

"I suppose it's for the best that they didn't decide to call you the little wolf, then?" Dwarves, not ogres - she clenches her hand into a fist under the water in victory. Nailed it. Still - "But you meant it, about your biggest foe? Does she actually - is she an actual banshee?"

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Anduin is maybe a little bit sorry for having embarrassed her, but also. Well, he is the one who is naked here, so maybe he's a tiny bit amused here as well. Sorry, Hermione, he is only human.

As for the rest of it... His expression sharpens, somewhat.

"As I understand it, she had been, at one point." He turns to glance aside at Hermione, wondering how much he should say. How much she really cares to know. "Her name is Sylvanas Windrunner, and she is the leader of the Forsaken. The undead. Years ago, when I was only a boy, there was... A terrible evil that befell the land, at the direction of one of the Alliance's leaders. He unleashed a plague, a scourge upon us. Many died. Many were raised again, to do his bidding. Some, like Sylvanas, and her people, were able to retain a fraction of themselves after the fact."

"...oh..." slips out, quietly, after a moment. There's always an undead evil overlord, isn't there? But hearing the fuller story, she can't help but turn slightly to offer a small, wry smile.

"This place must feel like just another Tuesday for you, huh?"

Anduin shifts slightly, folding his arms across his chest, as though to keep himself warm. The water is plenty warm already though, it's really more a gesture of self-consciousness and habit than anything.

He tilts his head at her, meeting her smile with one of his own.

"I... Can't exactly call it a holiday, all things considered," Anduin replies. "But -- no one is expecting me to have all of the answers, nor do we have any guards hiding in the bushes, watching or listening into our conversation, so."

He shrugs. "It's hard to compare."

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?"

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."

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."

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."

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