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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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[ It's not as easy as knowing the right words to say or the right things to do - nothing is ever so easy. It's a constant fight to try and prove that you know what you're doing, that you're reading the right books, talking to the right people, lifting your head high enough to show that you're doing something good. It's not all as easy as getting up and grabbing a sword, not even for the soldiers; it's more than that, it's more, a weight on your shoulders no one can really shrug off. The weight of expectation can be the worst burden to bear and she wishes there was something she could do to ease the pain that was bearing down on Luke's shoulders, the way that it made his hands run through his hair and his eyes drift away from her. She cares about him and she wants to support him. She might not understand the broad depth of his pain or the nightmare she had sat in on as an unwelcome guest, but - she knows him.

(Or she thinks she does.)

This isn't something that she can wave her wand at and make it better, though. This isn't something she can fix by simply flicking a spell and hoping it'll repair the hurts inside of him that are tangled up like a web. There's more to it and she knows it; it's something Luke has to do himself, a demon he has to fight and overcome and even if she stands by his side it's something he needs to take down by himself. It's like an echoed reminder of when she had to let Harry walk alone and she breathes out sharply, forcing herself to relax, forcing herself to feel calm overcome her; she can't fix Luke because he doesn't need fixing but she can help him. If he wants her friendship it comes with a side-effect of a nosy, overactive witch that wants to do whatever possible to help him in this journey. They're in a magical world that has them out of their element and they have to rely on one another to get through it, she's learned that already. The other option is losing, and she refuses to give in and lose.

I don't know what I want anymore. It breaks Hermione's heart.

Breathing out, she nods her head and moves, slowly, so not to get too much attention from him. Her beaded bag, her wand shoved up her sleeve, the potions set to brew alone for a few hours - Padfoot and Crookshanks are already upstairs sleeping and they won't mind if she pops out for a little while. There's something a little more important and the house is as protected and warded as she can possibly manage with a mixture of faerie magic and her own spells - so she can leave. She smiles, nodding her head, leaning into the camera before she picks it up and bites back the urge to warn him before she literally pops in - but she wants to give him a surprise, maybe make him laugh, and she isn't going to be able to do that if she warns him about it. Instead, she just swallows back her words, closes her eyes (imagining a place she hasn't been is harder, but she's seen enough of the room from the video to have a good idea) and pops.

She stumbles as she lands in his room, almost falling over, but she soon gathers herself. She doesn't pay a lick of attention to George and Martha or the fox (later, she promises herself, more focussed on the boy rather than his snakes and his pets) before she moves and walks over, through the room, finally turning her locket off and shoving it back around her neck with the numerous other jingling bits of metal hanging there. Finally, Hermione is sitting at his side, reaching out and putting a hand on top of his on his lap, tilting her head and doing her best to look as sweet and innocent as possible. She has, technically, just invaded his privacy and entered his house without actual permission, but she thinks she can be excused this time. She has a good reason; Hermione Granger doesn't want to see Luke Castellan in pain. It's as simple as that.

And, now that she's here, she can squeeze his hand gently and he can hear her voice in person. ] You don't always have to know what you want. Especially in a place like this. It's never going to be as easy as one or another here, is it? [ She pauses, leaning forward to get a better look at his face - scarred but still handsome to her. ] We can wait until you work out what you'd like from this world.

[ in the beginning, he had been insistent she reminded him of annabeth. she still does — determined to unlock a particularly tricky puzzle, even annabeth had taken to him in a similar manner, except it'd been a little softer in its approach, a young girl perhaps not understanding the depth of his own anger and hurt as she tried to continuously reach a boy who would drift further and further away from her. she had tried when kronos had latched onto him — and she's trying even now. but hermione may remind him of annabeth with her determination and love for analysing almost anything, even a mound of dirt, but it's thalia's ruthless determination and strength to barrel right into something that her sudden appearance beside him truly reminds him of. it's not frightening as much as it is comforting. ]

[ when she nods her head, he's confused for a moment. as if george or martha, or perhaps both of them, had heard her or suspected her intentions, george had hissed at maia, sparking her into leaping around the room as she tried to burrow her way into the cushions of the couch beside him. distracting him successfully, luke's attempting to glance at maia, buried beneath a hard cushion on the other end of the couch, when he feels his other side dip and weight and a hand press over his own. slightly startled, his head whips around, brows pinched, as he looks to see hermione no longer on the locket, but beside him. martha appears on the corner, slithering behind the cushions to either dig maia out or keep her company within the makeshift of her own den. but hermion's here to help him with his. though it's a task he thinks not even the greatest hero could ever hope to accomplish, he isn't as alone. ]

[ without direction, he's lost. he can take to the terrain of any part of the drabwurld he's never been to and he knows where the sinkholes are. he knows where north and south and east and west is without looking up at the sun to read it or even glancing at a compass — or using his own boon. but when it comes to navigating the terrain he's studied over and over, that of himself — he doesn't know where to begin. stumbling, he trips over vines, twists his ankle in ditches, and even finds himself stuck in quicksand. he'd navigated la llorona with an angry and irritant clarisse as his companion for weeks, but he hadn't faltered. but in the company of his own shadow, he falters. he's always known what he had wanted — he's always been the one with all the answers because he had to be. but he's finding he's too out of his element in the drabwurld, being thrusted into a universe that he doesn't know how to navigate, regardless of how tightly he closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. the terrain isn't as angry as he's used to, the mountains less steep, the weather less scorching. ]

[ we, she says, instead of you. we can wait until you work out what you'd like from this world — and it's the promise she may not even be aware she's making — or perhaps she's too aware, either having gleaned it from him or just simply knowing — of sticking by his side until the bitter end. glancing down at her hand on his, his head doesn't shift as his eyes return back to hers. his hand shifts beneath hers, palm no longer pressed against his leg as he flips his over gently under her own. his voice isn't as soft and hopeless as it had been before, but it remains rough, ] You're willing to wait that long? [ what he easily implies is until the end of this world, as luke believes he'll never know what he wants, it perhaps his own punishment to be at an eternal war where one part of him wishes to decimate all that he believes he's worthy of as the other half longs to give it to him. ]

[ Her fierce determination might be a mark against her character in some cases, some people frustrated by the stubborn know-it-all that spouts knowledge like it's as easy as breathing and puts her foot down, shouting high and low about injustice and unfair treatment even when it's not welcome, but Hermione knows that her stubborn nature can be more than enough, sometimes. Sometimes, being stubborn and petulant and unfair is what the world needs to make a change and sometimes it's what people need to see that there's more than what they can see with their own two eyes. Nothing is as simple as one plus two in this life, she knows that, as much as the logical side of herself screams that it should be, that things should be as easy as Arithmancy and numerology and the study of runes. Real life isn't as easy as the classroom and that was a lesson that got her hurt more than just one or two times. She's had to struggle to overcome her own thoughts and preconceptions and maybe Luke has to do the same.

So she's here. Hermione is here and her fingers slide against Luke's, linking hers through his own as the other comes to rest on top of it, brushing along the warmth of his hand. She's done this before, with Ron and Harry, she's sat at their side and held their hands when they needed it and she would bear their pain as much as she could, as much as she needed to. When it came to being a friend Hermione knew that her obstinate nature was, at times, a good thing. She could be at someone's side and be with them through the darkest hours because, in her mind, there is no other option. Why would she turn away from someone when she had a choice to be with them, to take care of them, to cherish them? Why would she abandon someone she cared about when she could help lift them up or encourage, sometimes quite violently and harshly, them to become the person she always saw them as? Maybe not a hero but something close to it - a hero in the eyes of people that know the truth about what heroism really is.

Shuffling a little closer she nods, smiling, her eyes lifting to look at him. Luke is someone that needs something and while she isn't sure if it's something she can actively give him, if there's something more she ought to offer, she is still going to try. He's been her friend for longer than she knows, since near the beginning of her waking up in this strange magical world so unlike her own, and the idea of leaving him to his fate, of abandoning him to however it feels to be alone and unsure... She refuses to accept it. She shakes her head and squeezes his hand, leaning forward so she can get a better look at his face - until, finally, a soft smile crosses her lips and she can manage to brighten, leaning against him a little and hoping to draw him more out of his shell. What more could she ask for when she's barrelled into his life and his house without so much as a 'how do you do'?

When she speaks her voice is low and careful, quiet, ignorant of the snakes and the fox behind her, all her focus on Luke. ] Of course I am. I'm pretty sure we have a handful of lifetimes here to work it out, Luke. No one says you have to rush and I'll be right here if you need me. All you have to do is call. [ Her hand squeezes again, almost without her consent. ] And if you ever want me to go away you can just say that too. I understand needing time alone sometimes - but you're not alone, Luke. You don't have to do any of this by yourself anymore, not if you don't want to.

[ for someone who hadn't had anyone with him when he'd been younger, always self-sufficient and relying on the caster of his own shadow, he expects everyone to leave him as his father had. he can only glean hermes had been around from what may had spoken of to him, always recalling him with fondness in her tone, even if the details remained a little too sparse for a boy who was greedy for more information on an elusive father figure he had always imagined to walk right through the door of their house in connecticut and complete their family once and for all. but it'd only been wishful thinking of a boy who had grown to understand that monsters lurked within the shadows of his own room, even within the photograph of a man above the sink who always haunted him as a ghastly spectre instead of seeing such a nasty apparition disperse before him with his mere presence. having someone there, with him — he's been alone since before he was nine and fled from his house in connecticut to battle monsters and grow hard and weary. ]

[ considering the nature of himself — sneaking into homes, stealing items or food or anything that caught his eye — her intrusion isn't unwelcome nor even new to him. it isn't a slight against him — if she were to follow his lead from before and ignore any of the heaviness that he had wanted to pretend wasn't on his shoulders, settling there where the cloak of the golden cadre should be, he would even laugh and tease her, seeing himself rubbing off on her as she broke into the homes of innocents — and it isn't one that he'll mark against her in the future, pushing her out of his suite as though she's truly unwelcome. as many don't come to visit him, save clarisse's two dogs who claw at his door until he relents and opens it, his own room within the castle is a haunting of its own. gold, like kronos' own sarcophagus, the shade he wishes to avoid but is often confronted with in caer glaem, it's as lonely as he had felt within cabin eleven, despite being surrounded by half-siblings and cousins. ]

[ lifetimes, though. given only one life, perhaps this is truly his rebirth. instead of seeing the isles of the blest as he had always hoped for, it's a second chance at living a life that had been so cruelly stolen from him. and he honestly doesn't mind the company, not when she has a soft voice, a nice accent, and a warm hand that doesn't flinch beneath his but seems to fit nicely within and beneath and on top of his own long fingers and roughened palms. not many people take to him so affectionately, often letting him steer the ship as he pushes people away with a mighty shove. it's the infrequent hug he receives, but never is it a true gesture of physical affection he's been at the receiving end of. despite kelli always wishing to hang off of him, it's truly been years since he had been physically comfortable with another, incapable of forcefully wedging distance between them as he successfully pushed them away. ]

[ he looks to her with a bit of a smile, amusement in his tone, ] I hope those idiots you call friends know how lucky they are. [ to have a friend that may say she'll leave them alone if they wish, but, truthfully, she won't, not in spirit or in mind as he believes she'd fuss and fret over them until she received that call. but he doubts either of them to be a stubborn as him, so used to being a lone wolf that he would simply toss his own locket away in a bid to not give into a temptation he's never felt before. but he doesn't say thanks quite yet, finding it difficult to acknowledge what he habitually swats away. he glances away, down at their hands, as his voice lowers, ] I'm used to going at it alone. Sometimes I think I'm too good at it that I don't really know how to let other people be there for me. [ he looks up at her from the corner of his eye, head remaining bowed. he's trying — instead of purposefully shoving clarisse away, intentionally hitting all her hot buttons to see her kick up the dust after she tries to swing at him, he's been making a good attempt to make amends and fix a relationship he hasn't really thought of in years. he's trying — baby steps. ] I don't know how good I'll be at calling, but … [ he looks to his side, unable to see martha, but he can hear her beneath the cushions. it's with a slight smile, evident in his voice, ] I've got two people who would be happy to snitch on me if I can't pull my head out of my own ass.

[ There it is; he's holding her hand and he's looking at her and Hermione feels her heart skip in her chest as her eyes flicker over his face and her smile warms over her cheeks. She wants to reach out and draw him into her arms, to offer him the same kind of comfort she would Ron or Harry. It was always so easy to draw them into her arms, to shove herself into their embrace and not give them room to escape - more Harry than Ron, admittedly, given the fact that she had unresolved feelings for the ginger that she'd rather not think about now, but it's what she does. When her brain isn't enough she feels like the best thing she can do is be there, shoving her hands into theirs, gripping for comfort, for want of more, and letting herself give into the urge of wanting more and more from her friends. Perhaps it's selfish of her to want more from them, selfish of her to give comfort and want it in return as a gift, but she can't help herself. She grasps for physicality when all hope is lost as though she can somehow grab and find an anchor somehow.

They're not going to escape the Drabworld anytime soon, she knows that. They're here to fight a war that has been going on for centuries and even if she has taken a step back, even if she refuses to be a part of it for now, beyond helping the people she cares about, she knows that it's not something they can escape. Indeed, it's their future and they're going to live far, far longer here than they ever would at home -- not just because of magic but because of the shard in their chest that tugs and pulls at them, the flickering of power she can feel inside of herself. What is important to her is the friendships she has made and the people she has come to care about - and Luke is a solid figure in that lineup, a solid reminder of how this place can change people, of how they can draw strength from it. She doesn't know the entire story but she knows enough to know that he is relishing his place here just as much as he might be disliking it - the same as her. She loves the Drabworld and finds it discomforting in equal measure. She just doesn't know how to admit it.

Shifting, Hermione nudges closer and leans her arm against Luke's, resting on him barely as her hand keeps a tight grip on his. She doesn't want to push too hard, to make him want to draw away from her when they've made such leaps and bounds in the last hour - she wants to keep getting to know him and his snakes and his antics even as she sees him become more than the strange boy that promised to find a muggle for her as a joke and kept it up even when she was kidnapped, even when she felt alone. There had been times when the darkness had felt like it might overcome her, when she had felt lost and confused, and Luke's easy humour and joking concern had been enough to help guide her through it. She hopes that it will be enough for him in return when she offers as much of herself as she can to him - as much as he is willing to take from her. She's Hermione Granger; it's all or nothing in everything she does because why bother if you're not going to give a hundred percent?

Luke is smiling and that's enough for her, for now. ] I don't know about that. I think I'm the lucky one, getting to meet all of you in the first place. Living here isn't easy but it's worth it to get to meet all the people I care about. [ It makes sense to her even if it does sound a little silly. She can handle coming here and accept it because she's been able to make friends and love people she never would have had a chance to meet at home. ] George and Martha will be my spies and I'll send you weekly check-in messages if I have to. I'm afraid that you're not going to escape me so easily, Luke Castellan. I'm a bit of a pain in the backside like that; if you don't send me a letter I'll haunt you, like a ghost. I lived with hundreds of them, I know what to do. [ A joke, but maybe not a good one. She grins, resting her head on his shoulder for a bare moment, just to try and hide her smile. ] You're going to feel entirely smothered.

[ luke's never really seen being in the drabwurld with such pure optimism. when he had arrived, he had a brief moment of believing it was his second chance, that perhaps the gods had taken mercy upon a misguided boy who had fallen prey to a titan they should've had under control. but he quickly came to realise it was a different sort of hell for him. meeting new people and pretending what ate at him on the inside was a luxury he thought he had, but it was another way to torture himself as he earned the affection of people like hermione without being completely honest — and a part of him will always believe he's undeserving of it, thinking the loss of such powerful ties will be the punishment that's owed to the foolish boy who tried to teach mount olympus a lesson. having annabeth come and go not once, but twice — during his first few months, it had left him too devastated to properly pull his head from out from his ass. but after the fortunate events of retrieving the moon and seeing high-queen solais restored to her proper health, luke hadn't felt as lost. though the self-deprecation and self-loathing still lingered, he felt he had a purpose — and a part of him felt good in being able to help a man when his wife had been too lost. it's all he had prayed to to hermes for to receive nothing in return. ]

[ but he still doesn't possess the optimism hermione has. his knee-jerk reaction is to be a dick — one with pessimism seeping from his pores. but he doesn't try to stomp on her hope as he would've months ago. he doesn't try to fan its flames, either, knowing there's a good chance he'll end up burned by it. but he basks beneath it, just slightly, allowing himself a moment of selfishness, as the only other positive person he's been hanging around for long periods of time had been percy jackson — and the drabwurld thought to thieve him back into the depths of his own fish bowl. the loss of percy still hangs over him, but he at least knows the kid's going to make it. but it's merely a reminder of what he will never have — being able to see the kid with fish for brains ever again. his journey had ended before he had wound up in the drabwurld with the wound on his chest healed into a nice scar to accompany the one marring his face. he's none too sure if he's lucky, but unlike how he had been in the beginning, he's not really keen on pushing those who have burrowed their ways beneath his flesh away anytime soon. ]

[ it's on the tip of his tongue to pry about the ghosts — something that's new to him, being the son of hermes and not hades — but she places her head on his shoulder instead. it startles him, not enough to make him jump, but it takes him by surprise. even though he can anticipate any reaction, any movement, he hadn't sensed that one coming his way — and he looks down at her, the eyebrow that had been arched lowers as he tries to analyse her motivation, before he stops approaching it as if it's a battle. his senses aren't kicked into overdrive, triggered by backbiter being held tightly and securely within his grip. he's simply thinking too much, trying to attack it like it's some sort of labyrinth when it's merely a straight road. he's always trusted his instincts more than his head — and he relaxes, no longer tense, as he wraps his arm around her waist, hand pressing against her hip. there's a laugh to his voice as he teases her, ] I don't know, you're kind of tiny. I'm not entirely convinced.

[ It's comfortable, here like this. She knows they have an audience - George and Martha must still be around here somewhere, they'd been there when she and Luke had been talking on the lockets - but she doesn't care. Hermione knows she is doing something to help ease whatever it is that has been hurting Luke, maybe something that has been bothering him since he first arrived here. She understands the weight of having something hovering on your mind and making you stop and think, to consider your actions more than you might have otherwise, and it takes her a little while to do anything more than bask in the fact that she is sitting here and she might have somehow done something good - and his arm moves, drawing her closer, and the secretive smile quirks over her lips and soothes her as she bites back her happiness.

There's more to the story, of course, both their stories, but they're content to be here and simply exist. There's a war on the horizon and battles to be fought and won (she hopes they'll be won, at least, what more can she do but hope) but right now they're just two friends that are trying to take care of each other. While that might be new for Luke it's familiar and comforting to her. He said that her friends need to know how lucky they are but -- she just wants to make sure they're cared for, they're happy. If that means mothering them a little then it's something she will do willingly and with a stern and set gaze. Nothing is going to stop her except for something desperately serious and... Well. Who knows with the Drabworld and everything going on. She has to do everything in her power to make sure everything is done right and the people she knows, the people she wants to cherish, have all the things they need to survive.

For now, though, her mind is quiet and her half-tired body is relaxing, letting herself lean against Luke a little more as her eyes turn to look at their joined hands. Heaving out a soft noise, a little sigh, she scoffs and turns her head, almost smushing her face into his shoulder as she tilts to look up at him. ] I'm not that tiny. I'm big enough to give you a clip around the ear if you don't check in on time, and I can bribe your snakes with rats. Don't forget that I can turn cups into rats if I want. [ Not that she would go out of her way to do that often, considering, but. She's laughing a little as she speaks, biting her lip as she hums. ] I can be quite vicious when I want to be.

[ though he's been beneath the care of stubborn friends before, luke's always been successful in pushing them away. seeing them gather new circles, moving far from him — it's always hurt him to watch as annabeth grew away from him, but he never felt as though it was right to give into the instinct to reach out for her and keep her close. much safer from him and his anger, he distanced himself purposefully from everyone he knew and cared for as if he possessed the foresight to know how damaging his presence would be for those who he cared for. but he appreciates it from hermione, her stubborn will to remain by his side, even though he knows and fears that one day she'll huff and shut off her locket from him, cutting him out of her life as successfully as he had his entire family when he had turned his own back on them. but he doesn't feel the desire to do so, finding that, despite her having a very nice back and posture, he doesn't wish to see her walk — or apparate — away from him. ]

[ and it's nice, enjoying himself, comfortable with someone once again as he's no longer alone. though george and martha and maia are comforting presences, even the cows who linger outside his window to watch him carefully, he's been without friendship for so long he isn't quite certain how to cope with it being presented to him on a golden and rather stubborn and intelligent platter. he supposes, though, it's only fair he fetch her her ingredients when she gifts him something he has been without, finding happiness and something with her as she's right — though he strives for greatness, if he can be the person someone needs, instilling hope and friendship and reminding them of the love he isn't sure he's capable of giving as his heart has been shredded beyond repair from the talons of a dragon, it'd be the best heroic act of his life. ]

[ too bad he can't really enjoy the moment. ]

[ looking down at her, he smiles, hand tightening around her as he relaxes against the back of the couch. and he laughs, prepared to inform her of how tiny she is, capable of being picked up by him as if she weighs that of a feather, when he hears the commotion within his own mind as their audience begins to grow restless with being unwelcome spectators. ]

Rat! [ luke rolls his eyes as he leans back slightly. george slithers beneath the couch to coil up the length of the table before them. sitting atop it, he looks to hermione with glee on his features. ] You can turn cups into rats!? [ he's beaming with happiness. his voice is much louder as he shouts toward the couch, ] Martha! Did you hear that? Rats! In cups! Cup rats!

[ martha appears at the back of the couch, tail brushing against the cushion as the fox behind it begins to move once again. ] Yes, dear. [ with her tail, she pushes the very edge of the cushion to see it fall to the floor, freeing maia from her makeshift prison as she leaps off the couch to hide beneath the table. ] Though, she isn't bound to giving you the rats. [ george begins to open his mouth in protest — ] George.

Martha! It's a cup rat! I haven't seen the likes of it since … since …

[ martha shakes her head. ] Oh, George.

You're not getting a rat, buddy. [ luke shakes his head, his arm remaining around hermione despite it slipping away just slightly. ] Because I'm going to check in on time. A minute before, too. So, you're screwed.

[ george whines, ] Luke!

[ from beneath the table, maia darts out, running in wild circles around it as she chases nothing in particular. ] You're meant to be on my side. I'm the one who freed you from the Staff. [ martha knocks into his leg. disengaging from hermione, he leans over to grab her around the stomach, pulling her into his lap where she immediately curls. she looks up at hermione as luke's fingers stroke her fur hard. ] Didn't we, Maia? George doesn't know how to do shit.

I resent that! [ and as george glares at luke, one hand remains in maia's fur as the other rests against the back of the couch behind hermione. looking to her, george carries on: ] Give me the list! I'll go fetch your things! Give me, give me!

You don't have opposable thumbs, George.

[ 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.

Yes! Every day!

[ and there's the roll of his eyes once again. while luke has no idea when george and martha had been born, let alone their own anniversary, it's something that he knows he can easily find out. being the only two people who had ever been with him through thick and thin, even when he hadn't known it, it had been important to him to honour their own wish for freedom. though they hadn't quite said anything about their own displeasure of being trapped to the staff, luke had wanted to free them as a gift of gratitude for always tethering themselves to him. even as a young demigod at the age of nine, they had been better guardians and parents to him than his own had been — and it's at no fault of may's she'd been taken from him before he could properly save her. ]

[ but he takes to them too naturally, unembarrassed as he looks at george with an unimpressed expression, trusting martha to remain where she is on the couch and not slither over and start pecking him all over the face as she had on the night of samhain he'd made his deal. treating him as the mortal parents did their kids — he realises just how lucky he is, having these two, great ancient snakes on his team. instead of running free and wild after he'd pried them from the staff, they'd tethered themselves to him. ]

[ glancing down at maia, he notes how she sniffs at hermione's hand, ears crinkling a little, before she licks it. teasingly, he grins, ] You got chocolate on your fingers?

Oh, no. I'd love to get rid of him. How do you think of me as Mr Ridire's wife? [ she puffs out her chest. at george's glare, she slithers off the couch and up the leg of the able to coil beside him, kissing him on the cheek. luke rolls his eyes, making a disgusted sound in his throat. it's bad enough they act like this in front of him on a daily basis, but in front of hermione? it's a little embarrassing. ]

Think he's a little too old for you, Martha.

I don't look a day over twenty-nine!

[ george mumbles, ] That's what I've been saying for the last few centuries.

[ luke leans in toward hermione, arm still resting on the back of the couch. ] But we're serious. I told you — I get a little restless when I'm sitting around doing nothing. There's only so much I can do with Backbiter before I'm starting to poke myself in the chest with my sword out of boredom. [ he glances down toward maia, tapping her on the nose the moment she begins to try and gnaw on hermione's fingers. ] You need any of those ingredients for your potions, there's a good chance I can track them down. [ he grins, slightly smug, but most definitely proud. ] I've got a network at my disposal.

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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[ 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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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.

Yes. It's only fair since you made me a scarf, I make you statues. [ george beams, perhaps his truest smile without a rat being involved to elicit it. martha hushes him as maia tilts her head, looking at him curiously, as he pokes his tongue out toward her to se her become restless once more. ]

[ luke rolls his eyes, ignoring george. but at least she's gained her own confirmation he'd received her gifts, even if he hadn't attached a thank you note to his own he'd dropped by her doorstep before heading off to elf paradise with thalia in tow. but he smiles, almost pleased, ] You're going to have to recharge your iPod soon. It doesn't run on solar power, you know. [ hence his note, meaning a little more than simply informing her it'll need a power up — much like herself, requiring a moment to relax, despite her own protests of doing such a thing — and perhaps needing him to help her around the technology hub he finds himself at home in. his expression turns sheepish, though; ducking his head, he looks from the corner of his eye to the coffee table before them. ] But, uh. Yeah, sorry about all that writing in them. Force of habit. [ as it had been a part of may castellan he had adopted, writing his own notes in books, marring them much like the scar on his face. being able to open one of them and remember how much he had enjoyed a passage to only find it still resonates with him had made him feel attached to someone, even if that luke is now a mere ghost to him. ]

Well, that's very nice of you. I'll have to make sure to invite you all over when I start making my garden properly. [ Oh, and look how cute he is. She had been wary of snakes since she was thirteen but... George and Martha are different.

When Luke speaks, though, Hermione looks over and she offers him a smile, nodding her head. ] I got the idea. It gives me more reason to pop in and bother you. It's nice to have something to listen to and I suppose it all adds to you trying to get me into your music.

[ She's not entirely oblivious no matter what anyone might think. It's nice to have a reason to come and see Luke, to have an excuse to take five minutes for herself and just relax in his company. Actually having a good reason to sit down and talk to him rather than having casual conversation over the lockets when they each have a spare minute is definitely a bonus too. When he mentions the books, though, all she can do is shake her head. ]

Normally I would find writing in a book suspicious or a little wrong - defacing knowledge, after all - but I like yours. They add to the charm of the gifts, I think.

[ Plus it gives her a little insight into Luke and how he thinks, what he thinks about, and that is always welcome. ]

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