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[femininehermes]

Who: Hermione Granger & Open!
When: Early evening.
Where: Outside, in front of her apartment building.
Format: Third Person/Paragraph
What: She's working! Come and bug her if you dare.
Warnings: Depressing thoughts? TBD.

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[supercilious]

Arthur hadn't been doing much other than walking, re-familiarizing himself with the city he was once again forced to call his home. The weather wasn't too unfortunate, and it was pleasant to watch the people around him, try to guess what he could.

One young woman in particular caught his attention. At any other time his eyes would have skimmed right over her ordinary clothes and flyaway hair, but as he watched she pulled out a - stick of some sort? And, bafflingly, the torn parchment she was holding knit itself back together.

Arthur's eyes narrowed and he took a short breath, trying to calm the instinctive flinch that rose in him at the thought of magic. (For what other explanation was there?) He had many friends who could do far stranger things. Repairing writings would hardly be an evil act - indeed, there were circumstances where it could be incredibly helpful

[femininehermes]

She hadn't noticed that she was being watched. Thus, when Arthur called out to her, Hermione jumped a little. In the next instant, she had her wand out and extended in front of her. Fortunately, she was able to stop herself before she cast a spell on him.

"Oh?" she blinked and slowly lowered her only weapon, "Thank you." she took the sheet of parchment and put it back where it belonged, "You startled me."

After looking him over, she came to the conclusion that he was from another era - or world? - entirely. He was almost dressed like...a knight? Or a nobleman? Hermione knew her history fairly well, but fashion wasn't exactly era-specific.

"My name is Hermione." she inclined her head slightly before holding out her hand.

[supercilious]

"Arthur," he replied, lifting her hand to his lips for the briefest of moments - that was why she had offered it, wasn't it? "And you're welcome."

His eyes were flickering back and forth between her face and the hand that held her wand, curiosity and wariness mingling on his features. "If you don't mind my asking, what is that wood you hold as though it were a sword?"

[femininehermes]

Not exactly, but... Hermione blushed and took her hand back. So that settled it. He was probably a knight of some sort.

"This is my wand." she traced over the vines carved around the wand's shaft, "I'm a witch."

Hiding the truth seemed rather moot now. She had almost turned him into a toad.