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[ At first the feed is silent, just showing a small grassy plain. Then, suddenly, there's a quiet little yip and something pops into view -- a puppy, looking more than a little excited, with wings fluttering around it's little body as it moves, barking at the camera (or, rather, who is behind the camera). Eventually it moves, with a scuffling noise, and Hermione's face pops into view, at least until she is mauled by the dog licking at her and clambering to get into her lap. She accepts it with good grace, of course, just laughing and patting at the lovely thing's head. ]

I was given this lovely boy by the faeries today and I have no idea who it's from - it must be a gift because I didn't ask for him, at least not this time. I wanted to say thank you to whoever it was because he's adorable! He's the cutest thing I've ever seen - and I've decided to call him Padfoot.

[ She knows Harry and Ron will understand and she hopes neither of them will be put off by the nickname. She moves to shut off the feed even as the puppy goes to try and bite at the chain holding the locket in her fingertips. ]

Padfoot, no ---

[ and it goes. ]

( PRIVATE TO THE KREW + ANYONE WITH A COMPASS. )

I was given my boon by the faeries and - it's incredible. They've given me a book that'll teach me how to make my own network, like the lockets but only for us to use. I was wondering if you'd all tell me what kind of thing you'd want, if you want a personal network for anyone or just for you and some friends? And what you'd like it on - a watch or a necklace or something? Let me know, please?

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[ it's easy to turn to melancholy at her words. he doubts anyone could've saved him. he'd saved himself the best he could, but not even his skilful hands could prevent him from crossing the threshold of the underworld. and perhaps he had deserved it, wasting his life away being angry — but it hadn't been a waste. he can hear george and martha trying to trickle into his head, even now, despite being pressed up against a window to watch the dwarves' kingdom with apt fascination and minor singing of songs from disney films. he shakes his head, ridding himself of the tentacles whipping around in his head of their voices. ]

Got a whole cabin full of them. [ or he did, once. if clarisse's comments on chris are anything to go by, he still has one friend. but his brother isn't here, just like annabeth and thalia. he doesn't make any effort to correct her false assumption at what he had wanted to say, but had ultimately dropped mid-thought. even though what she's gleaned from his own silence is inaccurate, he likes where it's lead, even if he won't so much as admit it. it's not so bad, having one friend and it being hermione granger, a bossy girl, but the brightest witch of her age. ]

[ it doesn't necessarily cheer him up, but it's something he'll steal away from this conversation. he brightens by the tiniest miniscule, it evident upon his features. his smile is small, just like his laugh, ] You're lucky, I'm used to being bossed around. [ by annabeth and thalia, but they're neither here nor there or anywhere close to drabwurld. there's a void; perhaps hermione will fill it in her own way. ] Though, you may want to consider all your hacker options. I'm pretty good when it comes to breaking the law — got a lot of time on my hands. It's probably best you don't add me to your Facebook group. [ this is luke speak for accepting her proposal officially. it's the least he can do, right? ]

[ If Hermione knew half of Luke's story she would probably still want to take care of and mother him; her relationships with people are based very much on their reactions to her, as a whole, and she treats them with the same that she is given. Even the nastiest of people, like Snape and Malfoy, found a shred of kindness in Hermione's heart because, at times, she could empathise with their pain and frustration. She already wants to take care of Luke and knowing what he had gone through, even knowing how he feels about himself, would make him suffer even more of her warmth and kindness.

Still, she knows there's something. There's something behind his words that he's not telling her and that's fine, she can accept that. There are things she doesn't tell anyone else, either, things that make her heart feel heavy and things feel wrong. She doesn't talk about how terrified she is by everything here, despite the friends she's making. She doesn't mention how inadequate she feels when she doesn't know how to do something or how to help. She doesn't even mention feeling alone, sometimes, when travelling, not entirely capable of understanding the culture she has immersed herself in. She just keeps smiling and she's going to keep doing it for Luke, no matter what. ]

Good. Otherwise I'd have to make you get used to it and I don't think anyone wants that. [ The small smile is enough for her and she nods - though it doesn't stop her lips turning down in confusion, absolutely baffled by what he's saying. ] I think I understand what hacking is, at least on a basic level, but... Luke, what's Facebook?

[ she may believe it to be the worst thing in the world, but knowing someone cares isn't. it's a tough pill to swallow, and one luke pushes back on each time someone shows a slip of it toward him. it's easier to go with what he knows, and it's not self-imposed isolation, even though he's hellbent on giving himself that now, but it's being ignored for the sake of others. dad's done a good number on him; mom cares in her own way, but luke's still a little blinded by it, projecting his own hate for hermes onto may castellan, the true victim of all of this. but he doesn't think too much about it, even if he wishes to say something toward her in hopes to deter her from a path where he doubts she'll find very little success, despite how stubborn and smart she may be. ]

Uh. [ shit. how does he explain something he takes for granted? facebook is facebook. even dad would suck at explaining it without tripping over himself in the process. ] Like MySpace? [ she probably doesn't know what that is, either. perhaps he should start with the basics. ] Online social networking site where you post statuses about the dumbest things. Like "Hey, I spoke to a pretty girl today."

[ and as an aside he doesn't cut himself off from giving: ] My dad claims he created the Internet. I'm still waiting for him to boast about Facebook.

[ Maybe this is what they should focus on; maybe they should focus on stupid differences between them than Hermione trying to force her kind concern on him. It doesn't seem fair for her to smother him with her attention when, sometimes, it seems to make him uncomfortable -- and she knows that she can go too far at times, too, pushing to the edge and settling people in for an almost lecture based type of concern. She wants him to be happy in her company, not annoyed. She's doing all she can, really.

Still. MySpace? Facebook? They sound ridiculous. ] I've never heard of any of these things, really. I think you might be a little father in the future from me than we originally thought, Luke - but I haven't had a lot of time to spend on muggle technology lately, though. Maybe it's my fault entirely.

[ She shakes her head, lips pursed. ] I'm sure he'd take the credit for a lot of things if he could, right?

[ hermes would take credit for the moon if he could. but george and martha had insisted he wouldn't take credit for the cancellation of firefly. that's on the god he hates for the day. perhaps hades. george apparently dislikes the rats running free in the cacti area of the underworld. ]

Anything that's remotely successful and favoured by all? Made by Hermes. [ maybe his father has a little bit of an ego when it comes to his inventions. luke honestly thinks he needs to project that pride onto his kids. ]

[ but rather than follow in the footsteps of his own wish and project that bitterness into his conversation with hermione, he follows the much preferred flow she's inadvertently directed them in. her concern is a tough pill for him to swallow; he's gone for so long skidding beneath the radar of so many people that he's used to it. he expects those around him to not press harder, poking him as if he's some animal that will bite the hand jabbing its finger into his ribcage to see to it he finally stirs from his slumber. the front he'd put on at camp still lingers with him, like a mask he can sit on his face without feeling any difference, despite not being that boy anymore. everyone knows he's angry, everyone but those who aren't from his world where he had tried to tear it asunder. it's difficult to let people care when not many have in the first place. ]

[ it's difficult to let anyone care when he doesn't, himself. ]

If you and I are ever at the Station at the same time, maybe I can show you YouTube. Great things to be found on there. [ he pauses for a very brief moment, tone shifting into a deadpan. ] A lot of cat videos.

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