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[reparo]

Hermione Granger
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[lancifolium]

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

[reparo]

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.

[reparo]

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.

[reparo]

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?

[reparo]

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.

[reparo]

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.

[reparo]

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.

[reparo]

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.

[lancifolium]

Lan Wangji is a sound bloke. He's with Macaluso's side so be careful when you approach him. After the mess in the tower I'm not that certain if it matters, but I'd rather none of us run afoul of this city. It's proving to be very foul.

[reparo]

I will not physically approach him, then. Written message is safe, I hope.

[lancifolium]

Completely! It's a lucky thing - before we arrived here everyone could see and read everything - it's amazing how often people seemed to forget that.

[reparo]

I'll make sure to not forget. The whole...spying and subterfuge thing. To be honest, I understand the need to blend in and lie in wait until we can keen travelling, but Taravast is kind of horrid.

[lancifolium]

Horrid doesn't even do it justice. Which reminds me, when you come by for tea I'll teach you a charm a friend of mine invented, it's quite useful for keeping in-person conversations private.

[ Because why would anyone but her already know Sev's muffling charm? ]

[reparo]

I'm always happy to learn new spells.

[lancifolium]

A goodly number of the ones he worked out were very unpleasant, but the muffling charm is indispensable, I'm glad to show you.

[reparo]

[ugh. That one.]

I think - in the spirit of honesty - I should mention that I know it.

[lancifolium]

[ It takes at least twenty minutes for a response to come. She's busy trying to figure out how anyone knows Sev's homemade spells. ]

What?

[reparo]

[Listen, is she to be judged for eventually coming around to using a spell Harry found in Snape's childhood book? No.]

Not directly from the man who created it, but he left his book behind at Hogwarts. My friend used it in class, because he's a little cheater skating by on charm and luck.

[She is still BITTER about Harry doing better at school than her after SIX YEARS of proofreading his essays.]

[lancifolium]

[ Hearing about this is a bit of an emotional gut-punch - as most things about Sev are. It's difficult not to ask after him, that she doesn't expect good news stops her. ]

The cheek of it. I told Sev not to doodle in that book.