First spell → Video
[The PCD turns on, showing a rather dirty, surprised young girl with a mess of curls, blinking at the screen.]
That’s… odd. It appears to be some sort of video camera. I suppose I’ve lived among the magical community so long that I haven’t realized how advanced technology has become.
[Her voice is a low murmur; it’s obvious that she doesn’t realize she’s talking to herself nor that she’s broadcasting as she moves the PCD around, apparently examining its features.]
The question, of course, is how this got into my pocket. Or, I suppose, the better question would be, how did I get here? Or where is here? And where are Harry and Ron?
[She sighs and shakes her head, using the image of herself on the screen as a reflection of sorts as she wonders over how hollow her cheeks had become and how unkempt her hair is. It’s clear that it’s been some time since she’d last had a full night’s sleep or a decent meal, and she hasn’t had occasion to look in a mirror in ages. Though she doesn’t care much for appearances, she’s shocked by how bedraggled she looks. Her movements are at times slow and jerky, as though fighting past a sharp ache. When she speaks, she sounds every bit as tired as she claims to be.]
I’m so tired of all these questions.
That’s… odd. It appears to be some sort of video camera. I suppose I’ve lived among the magical community so long that I haven’t realized how advanced technology has become.
[Her voice is a low murmur; it’s obvious that she doesn’t realize she’s talking to herself nor that she’s broadcasting as she moves the PCD around, apparently examining its features.]
The question, of course, is how this got into my pocket. Or, I suppose, the better question would be, how did I get here? Or where is here? And where are Harry and Ron?
[She sighs and shakes her head, using the image of herself on the screen as a reflection of sorts as she wonders over how hollow her cheeks had become and how unkempt her hair is. It’s clear that it’s been some time since she’d last had a full night’s sleep or a decent meal, and she hasn’t had occasion to look in a mirror in ages. Though she doesn’t care much for appearances, she’s shocked by how bedraggled she looks. Her movements are at times slow and jerky, as though fighting past a sharp ache. When she speaks, she sounds every bit as tired as she claims to be.]
I’m so tired of all these questions.