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[femininehermes]

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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This okay?

[key_destination]

Roxas always finds himself in the ruins day after day, search after search, except the sight of someone attacking a rock is not something he expects when heading out of the mist. Taking his hood down, he watches from a little ways off until the rock finally explodes and he hears a voice that sounds oddly familiar. It takes him a moment, but Hermoine's name comes to mind as the Patronus appears and he walks closer.

"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."

Totally!

[femininehermes]

Hermione froze, her heart skipping a beat when she realized that she wasn't alone. Merlin, she must have looked like a fool. Rubbing a hand over her face, she dashed the tears away and turned to face him.

"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."

[key_destination]

"Are you sure it's the war and not just a person?" Roxas asks quietly as he moves forward to take a seat on the ground beside her pillar. Just from her story and the things he's seen, he knows her situation isn't the best being here. He would be worried too if he saw his friends getting hurt and probably say the same things.

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."

[femininehermes]

His words were...right. In a way. That one person was at the forefront of the war; that one person had affected so many lives that it was hard to imagine her outside of battle.

"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.

[anodite_spark]

Those were some pretty impressive curses. Almost as impressive as the display of magic - Gwen could feel it during her afternoon jog, and her curiosity got the best of her.

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.

[femininehermes]

Hermione visibly deflated when she was found. Clutching her wand close to her body, she gathered her wits and nodded stiffly.

"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?

[anodite_spark]

"That's not what I meant," Gwen smiled sympathetically, but didn't draw too near. "There doesn't have to be something wrong with you for you to be upset by something."

[femininehermes]

"I don't...want to burden anyone else." Hermione murmured, her voice barely audible, "There has been enough pain already."

Yet she did want to confide to someone. The guilty weight on her shoulders was nearly unbearable.