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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She was here, relatively safe, while Harry and Ron fought Merlin knows what in some nightmarish place. )
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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 ( ... )
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"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.
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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?"
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"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.
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