Eight spell → Video → Backdated to yesterday morning
[Even though it's already past 11am, Hermione is languishing in bed, looking bored and unconcerned. This apathy's a bit odd, not just because she's usually sharp and alert much earlier than this but because she's lying on her stomach, the thin strap of her sleeveless nightshirt creeping down her shoulder as her position allows any viewer to see a substantial amount of cleavage (which, when compared to how much she usually shows, is pretty much any amount).]
If anyone's been trying to reach me, I haven't been around the house much. Go ahead and leave a message, and if I'm bored enough, I'll return it. I should be about all day, though, so if you-
... shit!
[That's the sound of the first obscenity she's ever uttered in 'public,' as she's just remembered something.]
Fuck, never mind; I've got plans.
[She fumbles with the PCD for a bit, speaking again once she thinks she's got a filter going on.]
Did you still want to see me today?
If anyone's been trying to reach me, I haven't been around the house much. Go ahead and leave a message, and if I'm bored enough, I'll return it. I should be about all day, though, so if you-
... shit!
[That's the sound of the first obscenity she's ever uttered in 'public,' as she's just remembered something.]
Fuck, never mind; I've got plans.
[She fumbles with the PCD for a bit, speaking again once she thinks she's got a filter going on.]
Did you still want to see me today?