I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
“That’s good to hear.” Tonks said with a small smile, happy to hear the young witch was doing well. “I’m doing good. Moody has me working odd hours but that’s nothing new.”
It was always good to see Tonks, even if it had only been a short while since they’d last seen each other. “Is that so?” Hermione commented, looking the other female over. “You’re not overworking yourself, are you? If you are, possibly a weekend off would do your person well?”
The witched blinked; clearly a bit taken back by the negative response. Well, she was nearly positive that it was true– but perhaps pushing the subject would prove to be lethal. Not everyone was necessarily proud of what they were.
“Guess you could love.” The young witch replied, before holding out a hand to shake, “I’m Ellana.”
She took her hand without much hesitation, feeling rather pleased that she seemingly made a friend without even trying. “I’m Hermione Granger, but you can just call me Hermione. Can I ask what exactly you’re doing here? Looking for new music?”
He took the cup in hand gingerly and took a sip before downing a large gulp and setting it back on the table. “Yeah? What’re you reading? Is it any good?” It had been too long since Peter had read a book of any intrigue or decency but Hermione seemed in good taste about those things and at any rate, books made for good conversation.
She smiled as he had a drink of the tea, quite amused with how thirsty he actually was. Had he run all the way here? It seemed like it. “Even if it wasn’t, I would most likely still read it.” She then pushed the book over to him, took a glance around her to see that no one else was listening and then spoke once more. “It’s an older book. A muggle writer. It’s called The Illustrated Man.”
The brunette sends the knife zooming through the air, not long after the other moves out of range. It lodges in the bullseye with a THUD! Cue a satisfied smirk upon crimson lips, as she turns to face the girl. “What are you doing here?”
Eyes wide, she hadn’t moved a muscle as it had happened all too fast. When she heard the thud, she turned her head, taking in the knife that had hit the bullseye. She was actually rather impressed. However, she could not help but comment on how d a n g e r o u s that had been. “You should really watch where you’re throwing things.”
”Sorry I’m late. I’d blame it on traffic but really it was me being really slow and practically crying over my wardrobe choices. What’s to drink? Cold or otherwise it’s better than nothing. Plus I’m about certain I’m close to death by dehydration.”
She shook her head at the boy, pushing a cup of tea toward him. “I think you look just fine the way you are right now,” she said, taking a sip of her own tea. “I haven’t actually been waiting that long. Besides,” she then patted her book on the table. “I had something to keep me busy.”
”I’d say small caliber firearms like a handgun. Some say semi-auto’s are easy, but it’s really just preference.”
When it came down to it, any gun could save a life. She’s been using them for years— seen the damage they can inflict first-hand. It isn’t a pretty sight, but you get used to it.
“Ever use one before?”
It was a bit complicated– explaining that she did not have any use for the weapon because she had magical powers that could help aid her would only make the other believe that she was insane. Had you asked Hermione that when she was much younger, she would have thought the same.
“No, I have not. I suppose I am merely interested in learning– and possibly trying to handle one, just in case the opportunity ever arose where I had to.”
“Think I could get that in writing, so I could show others that I’m not the only one who believes so? I had to go and read outside yesterday, there were some second-years talking about something or another. They wouldn’t be quiet, and for some reason no one said anything to them about manners.”
“Really? That really riles me up!” The witch exclaimed, the bothered expression showing on her face. “When I was a second year, I was the complete opposite. I at least respected the library and knew to be quiet whilst others were working– it is rather disrespectful of the students to be annoyingly.. well, annoying.”
