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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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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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