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[Who:] Hermione Granger and Severus Snape
[What:] Meeting in person.
[When:] Week 2
[Where:] Hospital
[Warnings:] None as yet.
Hermione taken to keeping her wand in her hand whenever she could. It made her feel less vulnerable- and it made her feel as if she looked less vulnerable, too. She was under no impression that she looked at all threatening, and she was painfully aware by now that she was in a war zone. Looking harmless in a war zone couldn't be a good idea. So she gripped it tightly in her right hand, her left arm wrapped around her body as she leant against the hospital wall, thinking about spells- again. She'd been over the list of possible duelling spells countless times- not just here, either, but at home, when the war had been on.
Stunning Spells. The Full Body-Bind Curse. The Incarcerating Charm. The Impediment Jinx. The Disarming Charm. The Stinging Jinx. The Shield Charm. They came to mind the second she thought about duelling- and then there was a spell to produce boiling hot water which she'd only ever used to make tea, and a spell to make inanimate or conjured objects attack a target, and things which would be as good as Unforgiveable if she used them against other humans- the Reductor Curse, the Incendiary Charm- and then there were the actual Unforgiveable Curses...and she refused to even entertain the idea. There were always other ways.
She didn't want to think about this. She'd rather be doing something, anything- experimenting on the zombies with fire-conjuring charms had at least given her a task to work at; she'd felt like she was working towards a solution rather than standing around and waiting. Gruesome as it had been- and she was sure she would never get the scent of burnt, rotting flesh out of her clothes or hair- it had been a curious relief. Now it seemed there was very little for her to do. Except...
She raised her wand, inspected it for a moment, and flicked it through the air, mouth resolutely closed. Nothing. She frowned, ignored her defeat- reminding herself that this spell was difficult enough verbally, and that spells of its nature required a collected, focussed mind. Gathering herself and letting herself slip into that familiar state of steady concentration, she raised her wand again, and-
A smile spread over Hermione's face as a number of small yellow birds appeared in the wake of her wand without her having said a word. The nonverbal conjuring spell wasn't easy, and it wasn't something she'd accomplished before- nor was it something particularly useful in a war, but perhaps that was the appeal of it. Anyway, in times of stress, learning and practising things was something she could depend upon. And at the very least, concentrating on ensuring the birds remained in existence felt far more cheerful than going over and over the list of spells which could serve her in a fight.
[What:] Meeting in person.
[When:] Week 2
[Where:] Hospital
[Warnings:] None as yet.
Hermione taken to keeping her wand in her hand whenever she could. It made her feel less vulnerable- and it made her feel as if she looked less vulnerable, too. She was under no impression that she looked at all threatening, and she was painfully aware by now that she was in a war zone. Looking harmless in a war zone couldn't be a good idea. So she gripped it tightly in her right hand, her left arm wrapped around her body as she leant against the hospital wall, thinking about spells- again. She'd been over the list of possible duelling spells countless times- not just here, either, but at home, when the war had been on.
Stunning Spells. The Full Body-Bind Curse. The Incarcerating Charm. The Impediment Jinx. The Disarming Charm. The Stinging Jinx. The Shield Charm. They came to mind the second she thought about duelling- and then there was a spell to produce boiling hot water which she'd only ever used to make tea, and a spell to make inanimate or conjured objects attack a target, and things which would be as good as Unforgiveable if she used them against other humans- the Reductor Curse, the Incendiary Charm- and then there were the actual Unforgiveable Curses...and she refused to even entertain the idea. There were always other ways.
She didn't want to think about this. She'd rather be doing something, anything- experimenting on the zombies with fire-conjuring charms had at least given her a task to work at; she'd felt like she was working towards a solution rather than standing around and waiting. Gruesome as it had been- and she was sure she would never get the scent of burnt, rotting flesh out of her clothes or hair- it had been a curious relief. Now it seemed there was very little for her to do. Except...
She raised her wand, inspected it for a moment, and flicked it through the air, mouth resolutely closed. Nothing. She frowned, ignored her defeat- reminding herself that this spell was difficult enough verbally, and that spells of its nature required a collected, focussed mind. Gathering herself and letting herself slip into that familiar state of steady concentration, she raised her wand again, and-
A smile spread over Hermione's face as a number of small yellow birds appeared in the wake of her wand without her having said a word. The nonverbal conjuring spell wasn't easy, and it wasn't something she'd accomplished before- nor was it something particularly useful in a war, but perhaps that was the appeal of it. Anyway, in times of stress, learning and practising things was something she could depend upon. And at the very least, concentrating on ensuring the birds remained in existence felt far more cheerful than going over and over the list of spells which could serve her in a fight.