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Hermione Granger
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[have you ever witnessed a record getting scratched in someone's brain? it looks like this: Oh of course, it's the same eyes.]

It's nice to meet you.

[mother of my best friend. dead mother of my best friend. no - wait.

Evans.

which means she's not yet Harry's mum, which means that Hermione has an added responsibility of not fucking up the timeline, assuming the timeline can be fucked up from all the way over here. (she might also need to check herself and not stare into her eyes like some Potions Professor creep)]

I wish they let us have spares in times like these, you know? Although I don't suppose the spellcasters of this place will place a lot of importance on the whole "the wand chooses the witch", considering how they're selling them...

[lancifolium]

[ In this situation, as in so many for Lily Evans - ignorance is bliss. ]

I've never looked at the wands they have here, a spare isn't a bad idea - we're supposed to be getting out of here soon, but as a group our luck is abysmal - it might be smart to have another as a backup, as distraught as I would be to lose mine.

[ And then after a few minutes– ]

Do you go to Hogwarts?

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[in theory, the answer is no: she does not go to Hogwarts anymore, not for a whole year, whatever is left of Hogwarts. in practice, though...]

I don't now, but I used to. But clearly not at the same time as you.

[lancifolium]

Certainly not. I'd hate to think we were schoolmates and I somehow missed out on being your friend. I just finished my last year when I came here, from 1978.

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[Shit - she doesn't know how to handle that, no more than she knows how to handle the fact that she got to meet Harry's mom and she's really cool. With a hint of sadness, perhaps, for how her friend wouldn't get to meet Lily too.

God forbid he ends up here. Harry deserves peace and quiet after everything everyone's put him through, and with the roaming undead...

A few minutes later of stewing on her thoughts, she sends her reply back:]

Lily, what's your opinion on time turners and the importance on not disrupting the time continuum?

[lancifolium]

If this is your way of initiating a conversation about being from different whens, I assure you I've already figured that out. Not many of us are from the same when, much less where here.

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It's my way of dealing with the fact that you're from before my when.

[lancifolium]

Shall we make an agreement then? For the sake of damage control I'll keep my questions to a minimum.

Two very important ones though:

When is your when?
Is David Bowie alright in it?

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That's fair, I can answer those questions.

1998
Yes.

[lancifolium]

I fear this might be challenging for me, but I'll do my best to stick with it.

Not to mention there's a whole host of things worth discussing about the current situation, no sense dwelling on home, I suppose.

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[as gutting as that is, it's true. like Karsa said, they must move East on the Merchant's instructions, and maybe this way return home. Whenever that will be.

She needs to change the subject.]

Please tell me we are at least both under house Vennacuzzo.

[lancifolium]

Indeed! I'm the fifth door down from the start of the hallway, pop round for tea sometime!

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Oh, thank Merlin. I will take you up on that offer soon, but for now I am still trying to wrap my head around this false identity.

Do you know anyone who needs a screaming codpiece?

[lancifolium]

Whenever you fancy. I'm busy in the later hours of the night but my door is open otherwise.


Wei Wuxian might? He's meant to be a reincarnated fertility goddess and people are very bold about where they rub him for luck.

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That's outrageous - and harrassment!

[lancifolium]

The screaming might help act as a deterrent. He's a lovely gent too, incredibly smart and a good friend, I'm sure he would appreciate it.

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Ah well, the deterrent might be that the mechanism triggers with the wearer's impure thoughts. Whatever that bloody means - the level of repression in this place!

[lancifolium]

Hm.

More immediately - why do you have screaming codpieces to give away?

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I'm a bloody modiste, apparently. There's a wonderbra corset.

[lancifolium]

Is there? Have you got one to spare?

At least you get to be clever. I'm a socialite with a gambling problem who's frequently peeled off the table at the end of the night. Are you any good at cards? You could come to a party with me one evening.

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It would probably gain me some attention if you wear one of "my corsets" if I do, I suppose.

But honestly, this feels like a bit of a mockery, considering everything.

[lancifolium]

Much obligied.

There's so much to 'everything' I don't know where to begin. We're going to have a very long tea and I'll fill you in as best I can.

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Tomorrow, maybe? I'm going to try and figure out this communication crystal and see if I can find this man who helped me in the tunnels. Out of courtesy.

[lancifolium]

What man? Maybe I know where he is.

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Lan of clan Wangji, he said his name was. Should be easy to find him, right? Not needle in a haystack - I need to thank him for trying to help, with the whole. Escape.