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[brainiest]

[ The feed opens with Hermione in the library - where else would she be? - in the Seelie court, a pile of books and papers around her. It's obvious she's been reading and taking notes, going deeper and deeper into as many of the shelves as she can (and the only place she hasn't been allowed access is the Restricted Area, which she is going to get permission for soon). After a moment of brushing her hair out of her face and forcing a slightly brighter smile she leans forward, into the 'camera'. ]

Hello, everyone. My name is Hermione Granger, for anyone I haven't met yet, and I was just wondering if you'd mind answering a few questions I have?

[ She pauses for a moment, grabbing a piece of paper with a list on it and smoothing it out. ]

I was wondering if you'd all be able to tell me about magic, or powers, or anything that might not be considered 'normal' to the average human or otherwise that exist in your worlds? Maybe magical creatures, too, or beings that you think do not transcend to other places that you've heard of. In my world, if it's alright to call them that, we have magic, magical creatures and humans, giants, werewolves, vampires... But a lot of worlds - or universes, I suppose - don't.

[ She smiles, almost sheepish, shy. ]

I hope this isn't too intrusive, I'm just curious and I'd love to learn more, if I'm able.

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[marred]

[ people look at luke knowing what it is he's done, of his own accord and the manipulation of kronos, and they either shrug their shoulders like nico di angelo, too indifferent and removed to really care; refuse to acknowledge that their new best friend had committed acts not even he can truly forgive himself for, like jason; or continue to greet his presence with a sneer and a threat of a fist to his jaw, like clarisse. no one judges him for how similar or different he is to hermes — things would be simpler if they did. luke only judges himself for following in his father's footsteps by abandoning his family, the catalyst that had sparked the ember of his anger when he'd been younger. like father, like son. ]

[ but luke rubs two of his fingers hard against the bridge of his nose, against the crease of his brows. he feels a headache coming on, with the two sides of him warring with one another. hermione doesn't even know him, yet, she has more faith in him than he has ever had in himself in his entire life. he allows clarisse la rue's words to rule him, calling him a traitor behind his back, as loudly as possible, for all of drabwurld to hear. it's the words he tells himself, too, hearing them spoken aloud, instead. ]

[ there's so many things he could say, like, you don't even know me or you're wrong. despite the desire to challenge her by pitching to her the destruction of the world being at the tips of his fingertips and the deaths of those he had once called family caking his lifelines, he finds the words are gone, as though they had escaped on the surface of his sigh. he hasn't even allowed himself to really admit to any of those from home how heavily it weighs on him, what had transpired because of his desire to teach the gods and lesson and change things. if he were to go back and somehow save may castellan from her fate, as she had never been the woman he had come to know — he's certain of it, with the scenes kronos had let him only get a small slice of, a woman who had once been happy and proud, with green eyes that were clear and not murky — he thinks any ripple effect would be worth it. at least he'd have his mother — but if that meant there'd be no thalia or annabeth … ]

[ hermione has one point luke would concede to, even if he still longs to change too much. the rest about him, though, he'd fight until his second death, but as backbiter isn't in his grip, and he's wrapped in a warm blanket of exhaustion from travelling and fighting drabwurld itself, she's spared a spar. ]

[ fondly, ] You remind me of someone who used to like to lecture me. [ before he had pulled away entirely and lost her completely. annabeth would like hermione, with her no-nonsense outlook and her obvious love for all things academic. brightest witch of her age. she'd get along with the brightest demigod luke's ever met, if she were to ever arrive in drabwurld. ]

[ despite her words and the effect he doesn't want them to have on him, luke doesn't respond, nor fight it, exhausted from his adventures from caer scima to caer glaem. the fight within him has almost dissipated with his tiffs with clarisse and him pushing himself to remain awake when all he wants to do is sleep. if he weren't so exhausted, hermione would be met tit for tat instead of with a white flag — or, more appropriately, luke merely lying on the floor. he sounds — and looks — amused. ] Are you always this friendly with people you've just met? I didn't know it was a witchy thing to know who someone was on the inside with only a few minutes of conversation.