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[reparo]

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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[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."

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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."