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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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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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