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eachdraidh2015-01-16 02:06 pm
brainiest) wrote in eachdraidh2015-01-16 02:06 pm
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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? ]
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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[ 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. ]
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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. ]