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[ The locket opens on just Hermione's face; behind her there is nothing but a blank wall, at least until she turns. Then there's a small bookshelf, a series of vials and a cauldron before she sits down and refocuses the camera on her and nothing else. It takes her a moment to speak but she does - after taking a long, deep breath. ]

For anyone that doesn't know me, my name is Hermione Granger. We're about to enter a war and I don't think it's right that any of us enter entirely unprepared - there's only so much we can do, but I intend to do whatever I can to make sure that everyone is ready and as capable as they can be.

[ Another deep breath and she turns, so that both her cauldrons are in sight. ]

I've been brewing potions for the last few days, as much as I can and as quickly as I can. I have things for cuts, scrapes, wounds, for loss of blood and for burns, anti-paralysis... I think you get the idea. I've got a lot of stock and I'm ready to give it to anyone who thinks they might need it before they go and fight. If you need it after then you know my name and how to contact me, right?

[ She looks troubled, still; war isn't something she is entirely comfortable with, even now, even with how familiar she is with it. ]

Just let me know if you want or need something and I can pop over and deliver it. And if you have, um, friends that might need it but can't read this? Let me know. I'm an equal opportunist potioneer, I promise. Thank you for your time.

[ And, added a little later, if the change in the shadows of the room are any indication -- ]

You don't have to pay me for them, but if you can find ingredients or donate something that would be nice. Just so I can keep this going.

[ Happy, Mako? ]

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...no, that's effectively what I assumed would happen. It's nice to know that unpleasant magical experiences are all unpleasant in their own unique ways.

That's... at least less heinously unpleasant, I suppose. Certainly, you could find yourself somewhere awful, but at least you'd have all your bits attached.

Completely bonkers more like.

[ It's very clear that Reyna is not at Caer Glaem and is instead in a wooded area. She's not looking like she'll readily offer an explanation for that beyond that she's just there for a quest. She's waiting for something and happened to be looking through her locket when she found herself— intrigued by Hermione's message. She knows that it might be fine for her to use what these potions are but at the same time, she isn't entirely sure how effective they'd be on her.

But she knows how useful as they are regardless. ]

I'd be willing to help find some things. [ she pauses. ] But I don't exactly need the potions myself.

[Pod watches with interest, and even tries to subtly check the bottom of that bag for some sign of... something. Kiga croons, but is more interested in what Hermione smells like than her bag.]

Another useful spell you have there! Would that it was a more common one; I imagine it would be easier to travel if I could fit everything into a bag that is so small on the outside.

[But she bows at the gift of the potions.]

Thank you; I will try not to need them, but I fear there will be great need all too quickly.

Oh, well. I think my friends might want some, so I might be setting up some kind of trade for bags like this one day? If people are interested, I mean.

[ She understands the necessity of selling magic, after all, even if she doesn't love the idea. ]

If you need any more you'll let me know, right? If you use those up there's always more.

It wouldn't be the first time someone called me that...

Getting lost is a better alternative to forgetting an arm or accidentally getting your chest ripped open, it's true.

[ She crosses her arms, lips pursed. ]

If there were more fireplaces perhaps apparation would be less necessary, but...

[ Hermione just nods her head; she's already used to the idea of people wanting more for their friends than just for themselves. Add that to people with healing capabilities and - well. She's prepared. ]

Are they for some friends? I could give them to you or give them directly to the people in question.

A wand like yours or a mind like yours?

[ Because magic, even though it was "magic" in his world, was still only performed by a select few. The small spell she says does little to disprove this notion he feels he's caught onto - magic as while he's..... Well it does admittedly help his continued and apparently long-term gradual begrudging acceptance of magic as a while. Between her here, now, and Elsa at the feast, and the fairies who brought him here, and all manner of other small things, he's just sort of. Accepting almost against his will that magic might be a real thing. He has his reasons, okay. ]

I myself am not particularly much of a healer, but I do have a friend who is. What would you wish in return for teaching someone the less magical of your concoctions?

Both. [ Her lips twitch. ] Potion making does require a bit of talent, of course, but most of them are impossible without a wand. They're part of the finalising process.

[ Hermione would help more people if she could, she'd go out of her way to do it, but she isn't sure how she can develop her magic to help other people do the same thing. She hums, tilting her head. ]

I'm not sure. I hadn't really thought about it... Maybe I could get back to you?

Not— I'm not sure they'd them or that they'd work on them. It might, but when it comes to this it'd be better to have a definite answer instead of a might answer.

[ She shrugs, mostly because she figures that Hermione would agree with her. o one really wants someone to accidentally die because they took something that didn't actually help. ]

Even if I can't use them— you at least need the supplies. It seems stupid to not offer to get them if I can when they're for something like this.

No, you're right. It's better to make sure - but they are magic. I'd like to think they'd work on everyone.

[ She'd rather it be a gentle test than anything else, she's right. Letting someone get hurt because of her potions is the last thing she wants. ]

I appreciate the offer. Maybe I can draw up a bit of a list?

I would be interested, but I don't know if I could afford such magic.

[Pod smiles at the offer.]

I will remember that and thank you again for your kindness. What I make may be used on humans if there is nothing else, but something made for humans would always be better.

Really? [ Her face brightens, and she nods enthusiastically. ] Yeah! I, uh--I don't know if this counts, but I got a boon, so I can heal people that way, too.

Of course, in a place like this, it seems like getting lost in the wrong place could lead to roughly the same result... if you were unlucky, that is.

Tying that sort of thing to fireplaces seems... really unnecessarily specific, if you ask me. Why not anywhere with a door? Well, I suppose it's better than nothing, at the very least.

[ he mutters, ] Gods help me. [ all the while, george preens beneath the attention. though, luke truthfully doubts either of them can recall when their own birthdays are. they're ancient snakes who try not to draw attention to themselves. it's always about others — their stories may be of their own weddings, a renewal of vows every one hundred years, but it's always been to see him smile or roll his eyes, poking fun at george for getting some icing of his wedding cake beneath his chin or dancing with the wrong snake as he presumed it was martha's mother. never have they ever been so selfish as to pull attention onto them — and it's why luke had gone around them, refusing to properly gain their permission, as he freed them from a staff that would only see them sitting in his suite as he forgot to take a piece of his father with him on his own travels. (he always expects it to disappear). ]

[ with pride in his voice, ] She will be; she's after Luke!

[ affronted, martha gasps. ] George! You'd just let me go?

If it meant she was around more —

[ luke shakes his head. ] Dude, you don't have a chance. [ and he would puff out his own chest, but he doesn't, content to slouch and no longer be stiff and made of the stone the staff can easily turn anyone and anything into. though he's confused over the recent events in the audience chambers, he doesn't want to think on it too much. it burrows beneath him, an itch he can't quite scratch, and while it's familiar in its touch, it isn't as burning as it had once been, driving him to a titan who had scorched him from the inside out. ]

[ thankfully, though, their interlude has ended, the two snakes as talkative and playful as they've ever been — and martha provides him with a distraction. ]

[ she blushes red. luke laughs at the sight of her blue disappearing as she becomes as dark as a normal red apple. she disappears from the coffee table; luke watches her from the corner of her eye as he predicts where she'll end up next. looking to hermione, he shrugs his shoulders. he'd created the muggle quest out of a desire to have a reason to talk to her. it sees her laugh, each time he brings it up — and a part of him has forgotten it, no longer needing only it as an excuse to talk to her. the evolution of a friendship — it's a little confronting for luke, realising he actually has a good friend he'd make the dumbest and most transparent reasons to talk to for. ] I think I can handle it. You forget, I can find almost anything. And you need it, so even if I'm running around the world until I'm really tired ... [ he shrugs. ] It'd be worth it. [ his eyes shifts away from her face, resting on her shoulder where martha appears. luke shifts his attention back to hermione, hoping martha can surprise her as she kisses her on the cheek instead of him; luke smiles. ]

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That's true. You never know where you're going to end up - and it could be in territory we're not prepared to handle.

[ Still. She shakes her head, lips twisting a little. ]

The magic works using the flames and some powder designed to take advantage of that. Magical doors would be much easier, but maybe a little less safe.

I wouldn't make them so expensive they weren't affordable. What would be the point?

[ She shakes her head. ]

Exactly. My potions are made for people, but developing them, expanding them? That's something I'm interested in.

Then we'd make quite the team!

[ Hermione ponders, considering. ]

I wonder if we could start up some kind of long-term hospital for the area.

I don't think they're going to help you escape from these two, Luke. [ Not that she thinks he really wants to, not right now, but all the same. She knows what it's like to have people that care about you, that watch you, but it's not something she's sure about in a solid way - it's not like the snakes that are always at his side. The way the Order had looked out for them had been dutiful, powerful, like a family, but there had always been the blanket understanding that, maybe, they were there for Harry more than the other youngsters. To keep Harry safe, to make sure that he was prepared, raised to understand what his job was. She and Ron were additions to that. She never felt like they were the main focus, which was right. Harry was the most important.

And now, without her parents, imagining herself dying and them never knowing? She has to shrug that thought out of her mind quickly.

Hermione is happy to ignore the confusing reigning inside of her and move to lean against Luke instead, watching his snakes with a fond smile. This is comfortable, it's something she could see herself getting used to, and for now she isn't entirely sure what she should be doing with herself other than settling at his side and allowing herself to bask in the few bare moments of peace she'll have until, she's sure, her world is turned upside down again. Tilting her head up, she smiles at Luke, her voice low and quiet so as not to disturb the snakes too much. ]

Then I'll write a list. Once the battles coming up are over I might have a little more time to actually start a garden in my house, make things for myself. Then I won't have to bother everyone else about things like flowers. [ Though, really, having a reason to go and talk to Luke would never be too much for her. She knows that, sometimes, they miss one another because of what's going on in the Drabworld and she wants to avoid that in the future. Luke is becoming part of her family, part of the people she loves, and she isn't going to let him slip from her fingers just because they both get a little bit busy. The words, though, it'd be worth it, strike her and her mouth drops open. She shifts closer, not entirely sure what she wants to say but wanting to say something, maybe to express her gratitude, the way she feels, something to thank him -

but Martha beats her to it. There's a kiss on her cheek and Hermione's eyes widen as she leans back, lifting her hand to touch the spot before she feels herself go a little pink, touched by the gesture. Unsure how to actively ask for Martha to join her, she holds out a hand - the one wearing the bracelet she'd been given that winter. ] And what did I do to earn that honour?

We could make statues! [ but he goes unheard as martha merely shrugs, slithering to curl around hermione's hand and peer at the bracelet she wears. a smile lights her features as she brightens considerably. instead of being honest, declaring that being thought to be twenty and beautiful had made her turn as scarlet and deeper in shade than george, martha chooses to act coy within the same breath as george bursts into excitement upon the coffee table. ] Oh, nothing.

[ luke ignores her, knowing martha to be easily swayed when one wishes to take to her, refusing to see her as a reptilian beast to be fearful of as she's depicted so cruelly in the media. ]

That sounds like a bit of a lonely life you want to lead there. [ independent, self-sufficient, locked away in her own house — though she might have the friends she's made here, and those from home, if she's (un)fortunate enough to have any of those types hanging around her, it sounds a little lonely to luke. he's been there, he's done that — and in a crowded cabin, no less — as he had tucked himself away in self-imposed isolation. but he hadn't done so to solely not bother anyone when it had been his anger that was a beast greater than any of the creatures kronos had wished to awaken during the battle of manhattan. hot and scorching, uncontrollable and large, he had locked himself in pandora's box in hopes no one would ever open the lid — and someone had, unleashing a great evil upon the demigod and mortal worlds that almost saw it crumble in its entirety. though he takes to self-imposed isolation quite a bit, pushing people away purposefully and unintentionally, running faster than anyone could hope to catch up to him, it's a feat he can no longer accomplish with a fox and two snakes — and two dogs so intent on crushing him when he's sleep — fettering themselves to his sides. ]

[ he shifts, arm bending at the elbow as he leans against his closed first, body turned to her, but his gaze on martha as she remains as an accessory around her wrist. ] Huh. [ his lips curve upward. ] Guess you got those.

Garden statues? Are you telling me you're going to decorate my house for me, George? [ Hermione smiles as Martha curls around her hand, leaning back against Luke again now that she was comfortable. She loves the presents she had been given and she had been looking for a reason to show off the fact that she'd gotten them in the first place - there hadn't been much of a time for thank you notes and dropping in on people, though she had simply assumed that Luke had gotten the gifts she'd had sent over to him.

Charmed as she is by the snakes, Hermione almost doesn't notice Luke speaking until she turns her head and actually pays attention. Lonely? Pausing, she shifts, considering it for a moment. ] It's not too lonely. I see people, you know. I pop in and out of Caer Glaem all the time. [ It's not so bad. Hermione knows what she has to do when it comes to her place in the Drabworld; she has to make potions, check on people, make sure that everyone is healed and healthy. If she stops then she'll end up with her friends getting hurt and her unable to help - and what's the point of that? What's the use of her if she isn't capable of helping, of researching and showing the things she's found and remembered to the rest of the people around her? She doesn't want to think about her uses if her magic stops working or she isn't allowed in the library anymore.

Her eyes leap back to Luke and she smiles. ] I did. What do you think I've been doing during my breaks? I've been listening to music and reading my new books. They're amazing presents, Luke.

Then I shall count you a far better one than most court mages I've heard tell of.

[Pod is grinning when she says that, but it's a sad truth, that mages tend to attach themselves to the very rich in her world.]

If you can think of any way a simple Beast Healer can help with such things, I would be delighted to offer it. If nothing else, I might learn a little, and that is always worth the effort.

Well, good. I hope that opinion stays.

[ Hermione can't imagine making herself rich using magic people need. If she can help she should - that's how it works. ]

I'll see what I can do. I'm thinking of making some kind of long term hospital or something like it... Maybe you could help with that.

Wow, that's-- [ why the hell had she not thought of that before? Kelsi blinks, looking slightly dazed for a moment, before quickly coming back to her senses and making sure no one else can peek into the conversation. ]

Can I ask something, though?

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