Every day? Then I have a lot of birthdays to catch up on. You should have said something, George. [ She's teasing, of course, but she can't help herself. ] Maybe I'll do something. We'll see. Luke will have to keep an eye on you for once.
[ It's nice to see Luke so at peace around people that obviously care about him. She might have joked about the snakes before and poked fun at them, at Luke, too, but she can see how much they all mean to each other. It stings a little, knowing she might never see her own parents again and, as far as they're concerned, she doesn't exist, but that's fine. If she can work to help save her own world, which includes them, then she'll do it. Hermione just knows she's lucky to have people around her that are as kind as they are - and she still doesn't really think she deserves as much as she has been given.
Her focus, for a moment, drops entirely on the fox and she smiles, shifting a little closer (leaning on Luke) to reach out and run a hand along her gently, scratching behind her ears like she would if it were Crookshanks on her lap. When Luke speaks her nose wrinkles and she shakes her head, biting back her grin before she lets herself be enchanted by the sweet creature. It takes her a moment to draw herself away when she hears more voices and she sighs, leaning back a little and wiping her hand on her jeans absently. ]
I'm not sure that Solais would be happy if you tried to sneak in and steal her throne, Martha. [ Plus, Ridire scares Hermione. His stern nature and his capability to sacrifice so many people doesn't sit well on her shoulders, especially when she knows there must be a means of peace, one day. She's spoken to him and found him wanting, a pain in her chest when she thinks about the understanding the two of them had come to. It's far nicer to focus on George and Martha and their antics. ]
But I think you're right. You don't look anything older than twenty, in my opinion. You're beautiful.
[ She turns her head towards Luke, resting her head on his arm absently and feeling her face go a little pink - she can blame that on being warm. ] I know you're serious. I wouldn't think otherwise. [ She purses her lips, shifting to cross her legs under herself as she nods. ] I can make you a list but I don't know what you can get in the Drabworld. There might be some things that are only made in my world - and you could look for them forever and not find a single thing. I'd hate to send you on another endless quest, Luke. [ How goes the muggle search? ]
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[ It's nice to see Luke so at peace around people that obviously care about him. She might have joked about the snakes before and poked fun at them, at Luke, too, but she can see how much they all mean to each other. It stings a little, knowing she might never see her own parents again and, as far as they're concerned, she doesn't exist, but that's fine. If she can work to help save her own world, which includes them, then she'll do it. Hermione just knows she's lucky to have people around her that are as kind as they are - and she still doesn't really think she deserves as much as she has been given.
Her focus, for a moment, drops entirely on the fox and she smiles, shifting a little closer (leaning on Luke) to reach out and run a hand along her gently, scratching behind her ears like she would if it were Crookshanks on her lap. When Luke speaks her nose wrinkles and she shakes her head, biting back her grin before she lets herself be enchanted by the sweet creature. It takes her a moment to draw herself away when she hears more voices and she sighs, leaning back a little and wiping her hand on her jeans absently. ]
I'm not sure that Solais would be happy if you tried to sneak in and steal her throne, Martha. [ Plus, Ridire scares Hermione. His stern nature and his capability to sacrifice so many people doesn't sit well on her shoulders, especially when she knows there must be a means of peace, one day. She's spoken to him and found him wanting, a pain in her chest when she thinks about the understanding the two of them had come to. It's far nicer to focus on George and Martha and their antics. ]
But I think you're right. You don't look anything older than twenty, in my opinion. You're beautiful.
[ She turns her head towards Luke, resting her head on his arm absently and feeling her face go a little pink - she can blame that on being warm. ] I know you're serious. I wouldn't think otherwise. [ She purses her lips, shifting to cross her legs under herself as she nods. ] I can make you a list but I don't know what you can get in the Drabworld. There might be some things that are only made in my world - and you could look for them forever and not find a single thing. I'd hate to send you on another endless quest, Luke. [ How goes the muggle search? ]