003 ➴ return [voice/action]
[Early on Thursday morning there’s a crash that finds a certain bushy haired young woman in the wood near house twenty-six. Although slightly dirtier than normal, nothing seems to be out of place with her, thankfully. Disorientated at the abrupt return as well as the first mallynapping she remembers, well, it takes Hermione several minutes to gather herself. Still, she was grateful that nothing seemed to be out of place with her quite yet, all things considered with what she heard about the experimentations.]
[It’s only until she finds the journal near her that things start going out of place. That is to say she couldn’t make out the text written out on it. Oh, no, she could see just fine but this certain ability seems to have been taken from her for now. The letters no longer made sense. There was several minutes panic, flipping through pages included, before her brows knitted partly with frustration. She closed the journal with a snap before making her way towards the houses she could see. ]
[Only after she’s left the more covered area of the woods, a few short feet from one of the houses does she open the journal. Biting down on her lip as she collected herself a bit more, she turned on the voice. After all, the last she remembered certain members of that house had been taken as well only a bit before her. However collected she may be, her voice contains a certain shake and perhaps a hint of frustration, to the well trained ear.]
If my estimations are correct-I can’t have been gone too long. Although, even that much doesn’t mean something hasn’t happened.
[A sigh can be heard as she brushes back a strand of hair.]
Nothing has happened, has it?
[And because what are filters, really!]
Ron, where are you? You’re still here aren’t you? And the others have they been returned? [Here as in the village and not with the Malnosso.] … I’m near the house, so I’ll be in shortly.
[Action! For later in the day to early in the evening, Hermione has traipsed out of the house. Determined not to let any of the others learn of the aliment left by the Malnosso, she’s erm… Trying to force herself to read various things. Signs, books in the library, whatever. And it’s only getting increasingly more frustrating for her when they continue to make no sense.]
[Eventually she’ll voice her discontent.]
Oh, this is so stupid.
[It’s only until she finds the journal near her that things start going out of place. That is to say she couldn’t make out the text written out on it. Oh, no, she could see just fine but this certain ability seems to have been taken from her for now. The letters no longer made sense. There was several minutes panic, flipping through pages included, before her brows knitted partly with frustration. She closed the journal with a snap before making her way towards the houses she could see. ]
[Only after she’s left the more covered area of the woods, a few short feet from one of the houses does she open the journal. Biting down on her lip as she collected herself a bit more, she turned on the voice. After all, the last she remembered certain members of that house had been taken as well only a bit before her. However collected she may be, her voice contains a certain shake and perhaps a hint of frustration, to the well trained ear.]
If my estimations are correct-I can’t have been gone too long. Although, even that much doesn’t mean something hasn’t happened.
[A sigh can be heard as she brushes back a strand of hair.]
Nothing has happened, has it?
[And because what are filters, really!]
Ron, where are you? You’re still here aren’t you? And the others have they been returned? [Here as in the village and not with the Malnosso.] … I’m near the house, so I’ll be in shortly.
[Action! For later in the day to early in the evening, Hermione has traipsed out of the house. Determined not to let any of the others learn of the aliment left by the Malnosso, she’s erm… Trying to force herself to read various things. Signs, books in the library, whatever. And it’s only getting increasingly more frustrating for her when they continue to make no sense.]
[Eventually she’ll voice her discontent.]
Oh, this is so stupid.