[ She's distracted, or perhaps it is the dim light - that's all. How else to explain that she should be familiar with his face, but hasn't focused on it long enough for it to click in place? It's the name, however, that makes her pause.
Crouched where she is, one arm stuffed inside a large, decorative vase, she freezes in place, then her gaze snaps up at him. Wen Kexing - there was a Wen Kexing with their party once, they were forced to pretend to be family for a time, in Ke-Waihu, and looking at him now - does she recognise him? He most certainly does not recognise her. ]
Erm. Right - right. Sorry.
[ She extracts her arm from the vase, stands up to her full short height and gives him a respectful bow back. (You hang out around Lan clan long enough, you learn the manners.) ] Hermione Granger.
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Crouched where she is, one arm stuffed inside a large, decorative vase, she freezes in place, then her gaze snaps up at him. Wen Kexing - there was a Wen Kexing with their party once, they were forced to pretend to be family for a time, in Ke-Waihu, and looking at him now - does she recognise him? He most certainly does not recognise her. ]
Erm. Right - right. Sorry.
[ She extracts her arm from the vase, stands up to her full short height and gives him a respectful bow back. (You hang out around Lan clan long enough, you learn the manners.) ] Hermione Granger.