[ Hermione is content to spend her time settled against Luke's side, she really is. He's warm beside her and his arm feels settled, comfortable, and she can't do much more than smile and lean on him, enjoying the embrace. She's done the thing a good friend should do and she was here to help hold him together as much as she can and now she can be here as a comforting side embrace rather than an overbearing one. For now they both seem happy and there isn't anything she would rather be doing - it's true that she has potions to make and things to brew and put together but for now she thinks she's earned a quiet five minutes --
-- or what she thought would be a nice, quiet five minutes. She had imagined it wouldn't take too long for George and Martha to poke their heads up and come and say something but she hadn't really expected they would shove their faces into the idea of rats in cups. She was a little too distracted by talking to Luke and perhaps losing herself in her own comfort for now. When they do poke their heads up to speak all she can do is laugh, shifting a little as Luke moves away to address them. It's too hard to bite back her laughter and she has to try and smother it with a hand on her mouth, glancing between Luke, his snakes and his fox with wide, amused eyes. ]
Maybe if you're very nice I make make you a few for your birthdays. Do you have birthdays?
[ It's not as though she knows exactly how his snakes work but she's utterly enchanted by them. Hermione would love to go out of her way to learn more about the magic behind the staff, the transfiguration possibilities, how it works, but now isn't exactly the time. Right now she just leans back into Luke, looking down at the fox and biting back the urge to coo, offering her free hand for Maia to sniff at, to decide if she likes Hermione, even as the conversations go on around her. Eventually she listens in again, her head shaking with fond amusement.
It's like a family. ]
I appreciate it, George, but I'd rather you not get yourself into trouble. I'd be utterly heartbroken if something happened to you because of me. Really. Martha too.
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-- or what she thought would be a nice, quiet five minutes. She had imagined it wouldn't take too long for George and Martha to poke their heads up and come and say something but she hadn't really expected they would shove their faces into the idea of rats in cups. She was a little too distracted by talking to Luke and perhaps losing herself in her own comfort for now. When they do poke their heads up to speak all she can do is laugh, shifting a little as Luke moves away to address them. It's too hard to bite back her laughter and she has to try and smother it with a hand on her mouth, glancing between Luke, his snakes and his fox with wide, amused eyes. ]
Maybe if you're very nice I make make you a few for your birthdays. Do you have birthdays?
[ It's not as though she knows exactly how his snakes work but she's utterly enchanted by them. Hermione would love to go out of her way to learn more about the magic behind the staff, the transfiguration possibilities, how it works, but now isn't exactly the time. Right now she just leans back into Luke, looking down at the fox and biting back the urge to coo, offering her free hand for Maia to sniff at, to decide if she likes Hermione, even as the conversations go on around her. Eventually she listens in again, her head shaking with fond amusement.
It's like a family. ]
I appreciate it, George, but I'd rather you not get yourself into trouble. I'd be utterly heartbroken if something happened to you because of me. Really. Martha too.