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.
“Vacation?” She asked after a long pause. “Never thought this place would be thought of as vacation central.” Ellana then shrugged her shoulders, before beginning to flip through some of the CD’s in the row before her. “You look…I don’t know, tired. Everything okay love?” Those hazel orbs continued to fly over the various albums until she pulled out one by Lana Del Ray, and handed it to the women beside her. “Here, I mean, I have no idea what you’re into, but, this one’s pretty good.”
To her, anywhere in the muggle world was considered a vacation - simply because of the happenings with the wizarding world. She needed a break from it all. Though it was quite lonely, being on her own like this. Talking to this girl, despite her being a stranger, was somewhat comforting.
“–I’m fine.”
She replies, though the female had it spot on. In truth, Hermione was rather tired and one would be in her position.
Arms outstretched at the offer of the CD, the witch graciously accepted it. “What sort of music is it?”
“We can’t all be the smartest witch of our generation.”
“I don’t exactly see how that has anything to do with this. There are different types of intelligence. Academically, interpersonal, bodily-kinesthetic, naturalist; the list goes on. I personally believe everyone can be intelligent, if the proper procedures are taken. If I wanted to, I could be an extreme bodily kinesthetic, but I don’t particularly fancy playing sports or using extreme physical measures.”
She gave the girl a look, summing up her words in case she had gotten lost along the way. “–what I am trying to say is, book smarts has nothing to do with common sense, something you seem to be lacking in this area.”
[There’s a slightly confused look towards the cage.]
“I wouldn’t consider pixies interesting,
I prefer the subject of animgus or even werewolves over these little fellas.”
“Whilst they can be quite annoying, I find it rather unethical to have them locked away in a cage like this. It’s just not right.” Arms across her chest, she turned to the male. “I’ve seen both of those up close - both we’re such brave men. Werewolves, while still dangerous under a full moon if the correct precautions aren’t met, are seriously misunderstood creatures. People often forget that they’re humans too.”
The wide hues of the girl makes Clove grin wider. She turns to face her properly. “You should watch where you’re walking.” She shoots back, not overly snappy, just a slight wit to her tone. “I never miss.” She adds, somewhat arrogantly, pulling another dagger from her belt to twirl it between fingers.
She was not at all a f r a i d of what this girl was capable of, mainly because Hermione could take care of herself. Even if she did not have the means of magic, she wasn’t to be labeled as useless when in a fight. She was known to be able to hold her own; she did not need a man to make her feel strong. “I did not realize this was a practice area. I apologize. But– why exactly are you practicing that?”
London town was a great place to be… if you loved the rain.
Walking around with an umbrella all day would be great for those people who didn’t have weak wrists like Scott did. And he hated the rain, by the way. Hated it with a passion.
He was walking along when he bumped past a beautiful young lady whom he had sworn he had seen before, but he looked back and blinked a few times——
—when he ran straight into another person.
He was startled, but his height and weight kept him relatively balanced as he looked down at the girl and frowned; he had knocked her right into a puddle. “I’m so sorry,” he said, holding out a hand to her. “Let me help you up, please—”
She had forgotten her umbrella. That was her mistake of the day. Already soaking wet, she just wanted to get home. Her thoughts had consumed her and she had not noticed the male coming at her full-force.
–until it was too late.
In the puddle she went.
Hermione hadn’t realized what had happened at first due to the shock, but she was quick to figure it out as she looked up at the man. She accepted his hand, despite how pitiful she most likely looked right then.
A mere mumbled escaped her lips, embarrassment taking over at her outrageous appearance – being drenched completely through wasn’t very appealing, even for a girl who did not obsess over her looks.
Her stomach lurched at the question, the hands that held onto the parchment shook slightly, her eyes reading the simple line over and over again. Luckily, she was not somewhere that many were - tucked away in the library, her nose in a book; the usual.
—she swallowed hard and then proceeded to attempt to keep her breathing somewhat under control, though what should be a simple action was proving to be quite difficult.
Who was this stranger, asking about her parents? It was quite obvious that they were aware she had done something to them— if not, they would not have brought the topic up.
—as far as she knew, they were tucked away in australia, memories wiped, unable to remember their past life;
