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Hermione Granger
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[blackscales]

I am used to nightmares.

[ He's got a strategy for those! Not... for this. ]

Yours are keeping you awake tonight?

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I am used to that.

[blackscales]

[ So they are a regular occurrence for her too? Interesting. ]

Would you care for company?

[ To take her mind off it, perhaps? ]

1/2

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[On the one hand: yes. On the other, can she really say yes without taking advantage of the situation to make a joke? Even a little?]

...how forward of you.

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I would not say no to it. With the village asleep, now feels like the right time to go gathering herbs, if I'm honest.

[blackscales]

Is it truly forward to offer company to someone who claimed themselves as my intended?

[ Honestly. ]

Though picking herbs in the dark wouldn't have been my first choice.

1/3

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Ha.

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Ha!

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I can't very well invite you over, my room is for brewing potions right now. Don't worry, I can light a path for us.

[blackscales]

Mine has space if you would simply like to sit and drink tea, however if you prefer to walk outside I would be happy to accompany you.

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I could be (easily) persuaded to sit and drink tea instead.

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My space is yours. The farm house by the poppy fields.

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That's ironic, then. You're by poppy fields and you can't sleep?

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That is correct.

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Because poppies have been used before to induce sleep.

[blackscales]

Purple Lotus is used in a similar fashion where I am from, to induce sleep. Similarly Dreamfoil, Dreaming Glory and Nightmare Vines depending on your required strength.

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We could probably use the herbs we got in Elletheia, but I'm not sure induced sleep plagued with nightmares is the kind of activity I'd want to indulge in right now...

[blackscales]

Dreamless sleep would be preferable, but would take some experimentation with the ingredients and strength. Not a solution for tonight.  

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[Meanwhile, despite continuing to send him messages, she has actually put her shoes on, a cloak, and taken to the village empty streets to find the house by the poppy fields.]

No, not tonight. I'm not sure if I should knock, but I'm outside.

-> ACTION!

[blackscales]

[ And there Wrathion had been, beginning to wonder if Hermione was putting off or avoiding coming to see him for some indiscernible human reason.

After a short moment he appears at the door, dressed in a casual robe he's keeping loose -- his hair neatly tied back ready for sleep that wasn't quite coming. He steps aside and inclines his head to encourage Hermione in, closes the door behind her and pads softly through to his room. There's little in it beyond the basics, a lantern lit, a small seating area, a bed, Wrathion's day clothes neatly hung up and a bag to one side. On the small table his astronomy book sits to one side, as does some brewing tea and two cups. ]

I'm sure if you were seen we'll cause a scandal, a night-time visit to my home before our wedding date.

[ Said with the mildest of tones. He is not actually worried about a scandal. Wrathion moves to sit, and although he has strong self-control it is perhaps a little... slower and more deliberate than his usual body language. Sitting on the floor at the low tables is not an especially comfortable currently. Little is entirely comfortable, truth be told.

He's hoping the mention of a wedding date is enough to keep her from paying attention to that. ]

action! (aka what wrathion is not getting)

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[She had half a mind to skip, if she were honest. She knows there is an air about her by now, mildly bloody; she knows she's been more confrontational, and she knows what it's caused by. But she has more important things to do, than figure out how to atone for a horrible woman's decisions.

Such as brew potions, gather supplies, and teach herself wandless magic. Such as try her best to evade sleep, lest her regular nightmares catch up.

As soon as she steps into the faint light of the room, he'll spot them, too. The little cuts on her left temple, the two little scratch-like cuts under her right jawline, the scrapes on her hands. There's bruises, too, but she has stopped checking and keeping track, for that too would distract her.

So she does not allow herself to feel self-conscious of the way the body betrays. Instead, she sends him a withering glare, and sits down opposite him.]

I'm not entirely convinced they'd care all that much. [She glances down at the tea, and then at him, taking him in with a keen eye.] Well, what ails you?

[blackscales]

I could ask you the same question.

[ In quite the state, isn't she? ]

I'm assuming those are all from whatever curse the villagers foisted upon you?

[ Hermione doesn't seem the type to go out brawling with people. His eyes drag over her thoughtfully, curious. ]

Mine are at least hidden by clothing, but they are... progressing.

[ Instead of healing, they're getting deeper. Troubling. ]

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[She doesn't acknowledge that, for a moment, but when he mentions his are progressing and hidden, she gives him a quick, observant look, trying to guess where from the way he sits.

No luck.]

They're not the only ones, but - yes. I suspect it has a lot to do with the curse, but I haven't had time to think about what to do about it. I've been... [Brewing potions, practicing spells, trying to keep it together. She flashes back to a conversation with Wrath, and looks at Wrathion with a new, curious expression.]

Can you fight with weapons? Would you teach me?

[blackscales]

[ A little sudden, but he isn't the type to stop someone who wants to learn combat in a world so dangerous. Still, an intriguing choice when she already looks as if she's been in a fight. ]

I'm familiar with several weapon styles. Do you have a preference?

cant believe we're hitting up the pride aspect of her curses too

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[She frowns at that question. Weapons - her weapon of choice is her intellect, she's always thought. It's her willingness to survive, to thrive. Even in the midst of war, she did not take life. If she starts doing it here...

She frets, pulling at the frayed ends of her sleeves.]

I've tended to resort to simply slapping someone. The idea of using something sharp, or even something blunt is... [She shakes her head.] Nevermind - it was just a talk I had with Wrath, it... If for whatever reason, my magic were taken from me, I'd be useless to everyone.