[The rain is blood. She can't believe that the rain is blood.
Hermione's foray into the Gambling Dens this time is on the bloody side, though not because she's committed violence.
It's just that she was out in the rain, and her spellwork is not reliable here. She can't try a cleansing spell indoors, it might attract the wrong sort of attention so she is going to blend in.
Bloodied.
She pulls a face and wipes her eyes clean with her fingertips, which she cleans on her white shirt under her cloak. At least she had the hood up, so her hair is mostly clean and dry when she lowers it, although the dark blue is now looking rather violet.
She looks around quickly to spot someone who might lend her a handkerchief or something. An ally, hopefully.]
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Hermione's foray into the Gambling Dens this time is on the bloody side, though not because she's committed violence.
It's just that she was out in the rain, and her spellwork is not reliable here. She can't try a cleansing spell indoors, it might attract the wrong sort of attention so she is going to blend in.
Bloodied.
She pulls a face and wipes her eyes clean with her fingertips, which she cleans on her white shirt under her cloak. At least she had the hood up, so her hair is mostly clean and dry when she lowers it, although the dark blue is now looking rather violet.
She looks around quickly to spot someone who might lend her a handkerchief or something. An ally, hopefully.]