Who: Hermione & Tentatively Open. (Tread carefully.)
When: Late Thursday.
Where: In the city, but heading towards the ruins.
Format: Prose, but action suits me just fine.
What: ...kaboom?
Notes: Anyone is welcome to see her spells - especially the final one.
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When you're angry, you're scary. )
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"That was cool," Roxas calls out as he moves into view. He recognizes her almost immediately from her dream, yet it escapes him for the moment that all they've ever communicated through was text. "...You don't really sound happy."
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"It...wasn't meant to be." she smiled weakly, "I'm...not."
Why lie to him? He knew what had happened and he seemed kind. Closing her eyes, Hermione sat down on a crumbling pillar.
"It's everything. I thought I left the war behind and its followed me here. Now Tonks is hurt and Remus is..." she grimaced and brought her knees to her chest, "They're friends. Remus was my Professor when I was thirteen. But then...we started seeing him as a friend." she paused, "Sorry. When I say we I mean...Harry, Ron and I." she tilted her head, expression solemn, "And I've always seen Tonks as a friend. She is so strong and kind. I hate seeing them like this. I w-want to fix it."
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The Nobody let's out a thoughtful 'hmm' before he continues, "Remus and Tonks...they have a lot of support here, right? Friends too. They've been through a lot of stuff, but if you're right about them being strong-- they'll be back on their feet in no time. I don't think there's anything to 'fix' unless you mean injuries and stuff like that."
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"Partially. That one person carries the war with her. Everyone from the Wizarding World has bad memories attached to her. Most of them are lucky to never have met her in person, but her name is known far and wide." Hermione bit the inside of her lip, "I don't believe murder is the answer."
Yet she found herself wanting to hurt Bellatrix. It was a scary and unnerving feeling - almost as if she was losing control.
"They have me and others. Physically, they will be fine. Mentally..." she trailed off, clenching her fists, "It's hard to watch. I wish I could have stopped it from happening in the first place."
But she was logical enough to know that she was no match for Bellatrix.
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A pause as a silver otter Patronus went dashing by, and Gwen tilted her head, following its wake to the caster, fascinated. "That was some spell." She called out in greeting, though her approach was more cautious, seeing the state the girl was in. More gently, she drew nearer. "Are you all right?" She didn't look or sound all right.
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"There's nothing wrong with me."
But there was nothing right about her either. She couldn't help her friends. What good had all of her studying been?
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Yet she did want to confide to someone. The guilty weight on her shoulders was nearly unbearable.
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