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So much has happened in the last few days and I've been a little busy. Is there anything I can do for anyone? I can travel fast, heal, brew potions for sleeping and nursing. Please, let me know. I want to do what I can to make sure we're all safe an taken care of.

My name is Hermione Granger, for those that don't know. I don't care where you are. Please let me help.

( PRIVATE TO HERMIONE'S CLOSE CR )

I'm awake. I'm tired and I feel like something is tugging on my heart no matter what I'm doing but I'm awake and the thing is done. What have I missed? Let me know.

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[ lets turn the tables and not worry about that someone named luke. there's nothing to worry about. nothing. having people fuss over him — it's difficult for him to deal with. it's bad enough martha tries to tuck him into bed. it's worse when it's a girl who doesn't know him and looks to him as though he's a hero. ]

Funny feeling. Like, you can drop dead sort of funny feeling?

[ Hermione shakes her head to herself, curling up a little as she goes out of her way to reply. She's tired, still, and her throat is dry but she's doing it. Because she wants to talk to Luke, thank you, and his worry is - well, it's appreciated. ]

A tired feeling. Like I might sleep for a bit more, of I have butterflies in my stomach.

That's concerning.

[ the former part, not the latter — though the butterflies sure are curious. ]

Butterflies in your stomach? I don't know, Miss Granger. It seems as though you've got a case of Working Too Hard And Refusing To Admit It - Itus.

I don't think it would be the first time if that's the case. It's a nasty habit.

[ And she's disconcerted and she knows she has to bear it. She doesn't really have all that much of a choice. She made her bed, it's time to lie in it. ]

I'm okay, really. I promise, Luke.

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Ah, well, I'd suggest you stay away from people and things that send them a-flutter inside your ribcage. They're a big bunch of gossips, those butterflies.

[ i promise. it's two words that give him little to no comfort — family, luke; you promised. it's a trust exercise he doesn't wish to partake in, knowing he'll lose the moment he tries to put faith into those two words. i promise bears too heavily upon him as he walks a road, cutting his bare soles upon the shards of broken promises. ]

[ he should really just stick to talking about the butterflies, but he's a masochist. ]

You sure?

That'll be easy. There aren't too many people that give me stomach butterflies, not anymore. I'm safe and sound, really. I wouldn't want the world to know all my secrets.

[ Because she really doesn't want anyone to know about who or what gets her excited and happy. It's no one's business but her own, thank you very much, and while she's had her name plastered over the newspapers as if she's some star she likes to keep her private life as private as possible, if an when she can.

... If only it was that easy, right. ]

I'm sure. Witch's honour.

You've got a point there. It'd make the whole uncovering secrets adventure really dull. The learning's the best part.

But between you and me, I've always been a little afraid of butterflies.

[ it'd haunted him when he'd been with thalia, afraid of what he was beginning to feel, as well as the tethering of a permanent family had spooked him with the sudden responsibility of another life being within his hands. he had never liked those feelings, finding that, even now, he can't quite bat them successfully away. ]

Demigod's honor you can tell me and your secret is safe with me if you find yourself not completely sure, even if it is just for a day.

Really? Butterflies? I suppose you must have your reasons.... I can't really talk - during my third year of school I found out my worst fear, the thing I was more frightened of than anything in the world, was failing my exams. A bit silly, right?

[ Though, now, thinking back on it, maybe it wasn't failing her exams that was the issue. It was failing itself, being proven to be lesser, like her blood had always predicted, like everyone she had met that was 'pure' and cruel had imagined. Now, though, she doesn't think she's so afraid of failure. It's probably something a lot different now. ]

So if I faint and need someone to carry me I know who to call?

They fly at your face! They are fucking terrifying.

I can't really talk. I failed every test in school — the mortal school I went to. I tried my best. Devoured every book. But, you know. I was eight years old. I was more interested in the books about talking animals than math.

[ but it's not a fear, failing school tests. it's failing in general, much like her. but luke's lived his fear — he'd failed. he'd failed not once, not twice, but a multiple of times. ]

If you're out cold, you probably won't be able to call me.

I'll make George and Martha keep a telepathic eye out for you.

Language, Luke Castellan! Honestly.

I don't blame you. I loved reading books about magic and then I turned eleven and I found out that all the little things I thought was magic were magic -- and then I read every single book I could on magic before I even got to school. I wanted to know everything and I didn't want to be behind just because I hadn't grown up with it.

[ And she had proved herself. Top of her class, every year, going above and beyond. ]

I feel like I have another set of parents watching out for me in the form of two rather nosy snakes.

I said flying! Gods. You're talking like I'm a bad apple!

And you've outsmarted and outwitched everyone. Don't even need to take a bet on it. I just know.

But I only read to avoid math. I didn't care if Johnny had two apples and needed four more so he could have the same as Sam. It's your own fault for not getting all the apples in the first place! Mortal schools have their priorities all weird.

[ and he'd been incapable of concentrating, always haunted by the monsters that lingered in his peripherals. ever since he had begun attending mortal school, he hadn't been as protected as his mother had wanted him to be. he thinks his education had been the catalyst for her spiral, spurring her to dive deep within her own mind as she lost all sense of herself. he's afraid of darkness, but not the type one can easily turn the light on to see dispelled. ]

... They wanted me to let you know they take offense to that.

They're loving.

Didn't deny the parent bit, which makes me :/. Between you and me, think Martha's getting baby fever ...

I think we've had the conversation about me washing your mouth out with soap already. I don't think I need to repeat myself.

You know, we never actually learned maths in the way you might imagine it at Hogwarts. I studied Arithmancy but it wasn't a required subject and it's nothing like muggle mathmatics. We didn't really do muggle science either, for more obvious reasons.

[ ... There was Muggle Studies, but even that didn't really touch on the things muggles themselves might have learned at school. Maybe that's something that should be brought up at some point - because surely maths and language skills were as important as magical ones? ]

Oh, I'm sure they are! I'm not denying that. I more than welcome my new scaled parents.

What the he — Uh.

What's Arithmancy?

[ did you see him watch his mouth, hermione? but regardless, he finds himself curious to know about the subjects she drops in his lap. muggle maths and muggle science and muggle anything is boring when compared to the wealth of knowledge she has to offer. ]

G&M don't know what that is, and they're old as balls.

Is 'old as balls' a technical term?

Arithmancy is the study of numerology and grammatica. It's like... Looking at the magical properties of numbers which can lead to scientific means of looking at the future.

There's a few objections from the audience, but yes. It is. They're like 10000000 years old. It's showing on George's face.

[ unfortunately, george's protest is not recorded by the locket. ]

So, the number nine is just not an upside down six.

Poor George. At least he only looks 10,000? Is that the right kind of compliment to use?

No, it's not. It was one of my favourite classes, actually.

To be honest with you, the only way to George's heart is with a rat. He's a simple man, like any man.

Give me some trivia, then. Teach me. We can even pretend I'm a student of Hogwarts who probably gets detention a lot, but, hey, progress. At least I'm going to school.

I get the feeling it's all about rats with him.

As for that, well. The only thing I really have to offer is a number chart and you might find that a little boring. I bet you'd like charms or transfiguration better.

Got it in one. I'll let Martha know she's got competition.

I'll be honest. I'm what you'd consider a "jock." I like working with my hands and I like moving. So a number chart? Probably not my thing. I've got a lot of trauma with numbers; words and languages, sure. Je adore parler.

[ being the son of the god of athletes sort of puts a damper on the whole choosing to be in a classroom where it's quiet versus one where he can be rowdy and leap about the tables in his own pleasure. ]

But one day you should read me yours. I can spare a few moments lazing in the grass.

I'm sure she'll be very threatened.

You would play Quidditch, too, wouldn't you? I can't escape that awful sport, I really can't. I bet you'd absolutely adore Defence Against the Dark Arts, too... Though if you do like working with your hands you might enjoy brewing potions. Cutting and chopping and measuring before mixing it all together.

[ But... The idea of lounging around reading with Luke does sound rather nice. ]

I could do that, if you'd like.

Trust me. It's going to be another Angelina vs. Jennifer all over again.

What's Quidditch? At camp, I did almost everything. I avoided the dining pavilion at all costs — cleaning the dishes with my brothers meant we always ended up with more broken plates than clean ones. I liked riding the Pegasi. And exploring the forest — sneaking out past curfew to have a few parties was always a blast. I always liked the armory best. Sitting still isn't really all that fun for me when there's an entire world out there I could learn.

You should. Pretty sure Clarisse's dogs will try and suffocate me, but … I like to lie in the sun sometimes. Doesn't hurt to have company.

You and your comparisons that don't make sense to me.

Quidditch is a sport played using broomsticks and a set of hoops with three different balls. One ball is for scoring goals, one is for hitting and distracting other players and the third is the means of ending the game - to end it you have to catch the ball. It's why some games have gone on for months. But I can appreciate that - why would you want to sit and do nothing when you could be reading or learning something about magic or the past? Something amazing or interesting? So many people seem to forget that.

[ ... She might be getting a little ahead of herself. ]

Padfoot can come and distract them. Maybe you'll get some peace.

One day, Miss Granger. One day. But it's the biggest and most publicized love triangle in the world. It'll be great; I'll have popcorn.

Do you use the broomsticks like hockey sticks? How in Hera's name can a game go on for months? Soccer only lasts a few hours.

But I can't sit still. Maybe it's the ADHD, but … I inherited my dad's traits. And my mom was a track star in college. I remember seeing all her trophies in the attic one day. I guess I was just born to never really sit still. Capture the Flag has always been my favorite game — thinking strategically and running around … I don't know. There's nothing like it.

Whose Padfoot and is he going to want to sit on me, too? Achlys and Polemos already claimed my foot and chest. You might want to tell him.

I feel like that, perhaps, muggle studies didn't prepare me for this. It's an entirely bizarre future, really.

No, you ride them, of course. Witch, remember? But the game ends as soon as someone catchs the snitch - the third ball. If no one catches it then the game just doesn't end, that's how it is.

So there won't be any sitting and reading time together in our future? I'm almost disappointed. I'm kidding, of course, I'd much rather you be doing something productive and not getting annoyed at having to sit still and do nothing.

Padfoot is my dog! And he won't sit on you, I promise. He can fly.

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