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[bookish_lioness]

[So, Adstring. Hermione's been having a rough time of things recently, and just when she'd gotten over it enough to think to be social, this happens.There's one less wizard in her house. And considering what this wizard had told her was waiting for him upon his return home... this isn't exactly a good thing.

She doesn't want to think of it as Harry

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[haspaceteeth]

[For once, the Doctor isn't simply rushing in on seeing a young girl crying on his PCD screen. Instead, he's taking the time to read and see and listen to all the responses available to him. Only then does he begin to type.]

Loss is always a hard thing to deal with, especially when the future you know the person will face isn't the most forgiving. When you fear for their life, their safety, when you simply aren't very sure whether or not you will ever see them again. I can't pretend to be an expert on dealing with it, but I am an expert on... feeling the pain that's brought on by someone's absence. I've lived a long time, I've lost people time and time again, be it to age or disease, betrayal or war, or simply the passage of time and the dissolving of a partnership.

You simply must remember to keep your chin up, and hope for the best. If you fall into the grips of pessimism, if you allow it to rule your heart and mind, you will find nothing but pain and despair, the cold, cold chill of hopelessness. And a life, an existence without hope is never one I would wish upon even the most brilliant of young women.

If you're short of flavors of tea, I managed to arrive here with a fairly decent selection from all over England, I'm sure we could find something that would soothe the mind a bit easier than anything hastily brewed here. That and, I'm always open to lend a shoulder for rest and an ear for listening. I always fancy myself the optimist, the dreamer, if simply to always bring a smile back to faces that have lost them.

I'm the Doctor, by the way. I'm not sure if we've met, personally. Although I have run into a few of your friends time and time again over the network.

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[bookish_lioness]

[Hermione's continually surprised by the amount of strangers who reach out to her here, but she was certainly not expecting a block of text from someone who seemed to know more about her fears and insecurities than even her closest friends. It takes her a while to respond, since she occasionally pauses to tear up or wipe at her eyes or some such thing.]

I'm not entirely sure how to respond to something like this other than to say thank you. I'm not usually the teary one - or, at least, I try not to be - but this had been unexpected and hit me rather hard. I suppose your calm comes with age; I'm still young, and though I've been hit with death on all sides in recent years, each one still hits me hard. Please don't take this as belittling your kind words; I'm only trying to explain why this is hitting me so hard.

'The Doctor,' is it? That's a peculiar sort of title. At any rate, I do appreciate your taking the time to give me such a lengthy and sympathetic response. I think I would enjoy tea with you, should your invitation indeed be sincere.

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[haspaceteeth]

[He's doing nothing more than browsing the Network, speaking to a few people here and there in order to get to know the populace a bit better, so when Hermione's reply goes through, there's only a slight pause from his end as he works his fingers at a well-practiced speed to get a reply back to her.]

Even the strongest have their moments of weakness, you just wouldn't be human without them. And, really, they're what make you stronger than any other being in the entire universe. Faults and pains are the things you need to grow, to mature, to become stronger than ever before. Just think how much easier you'll be able to smile if you could only manage one now.

There is no getting used to death, no matter how much you see it. The more you feel, the more you care, and the more you grow numb to it, the more you're losing yourself to the world. And that should never happen. There's hardly a thing you can do to belittle my words or your own at the moment, I assure you.

I think you'll find I'm very rarely not sincere. I can bring teas over as soon as you feel up for some company.

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[bookish_lioness]

[There's... a slight pause in her response, since she's not entirely sure what his first bit is supposed to mean.]

You're speaking of humans objectively. Pardon me for being so blunt, but does that mean that you're one of the angels?

I can send you my coordinates now. Perhaps another hour or so will be all right for me to regain face, if that's agreeable? If not, I'm otherwise fairly open.

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[haspaceteeth]

Angels? No. No, no. Absolutely not. I'm... from a little further than heaven, I would think. If there is such a place where I come from. Other worlds, I'm beginning to think there is a physical manifestation of it, but no. In short, no. I'm not.

I'm what you would call - at least I'm fairly certain you would still call us such - an alien. From outer space. A few hundred thousand handfulls of lightyears away from a little planet called Gallifrey. It's not there anymore, but I was from it. Originally. A Time Lord, if you must know.

I'll be over in an hour then. What kind of teas would you prefer?

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[bookish_lioness]

Oh. I apologise, then. Some of the things you wrote sounded like things they would say. Or rather, things I'd always imagined such beings would say, as the actual angels are... not quite so inspirational as I would have thought.

A Time Lord.... I've met someone else from your world, quite some time ago. He and I haven't really spoken since, but I remember him being very... unimpressed with my doubts. I was new here, you see, so I didn't yet understand the concept of other worlds, so I reacted to his claims with some scepticism.

I'm not particular, thank you. Feel free to bring whatever you wish.