It all seems to pass in something of a daze. She doesn't understand what the deal with the giant swords is, but Wrathion assures her that she's safe, and she - as usual - trusts him on that. She's lead down to a platform while she still attempts to make heads and tails of the land outside, and then in a flash - they are not outside.
A part of Hermione's brain delights in this, and she half-wants to say Ha! So you do understand Apparition!
The other parts are busy absorbing the massive chamber, the two figures there. The fact that they talk, mostly, is what surprise her.
Hermione has adapted to worse. She has adapted to a lot of things, in the past few months (years?), and she thinks of herself as relatively strong. But when MOTHER begins to scan her, she wants more than anything to reach out and grab onto Wrathion's hand, or his sleeve, or anything. The comfort in what is familiar.
She refrains.
"Can..." she starts, her voice quiet and tentative. A cleared throat later, the politeness comes out. "Wrathion said you might be able to return me to where I'm from."
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A part of Hermione's brain delights in this, and she half-wants to say Ha! So you do understand Apparition!
The other parts are busy absorbing the massive chamber, the two figures there. The fact that they talk, mostly, is what surprise her.
Hermione has adapted to worse. She has adapted to a lot of things, in the past few months (years?), and she thinks of herself as relatively strong. But when MOTHER begins to scan her, she wants more than anything to reach out and grab onto Wrathion's hand, or his sleeve, or anything. The comfort in what is familiar.
She refrains.
"Can..." she starts, her voice quiet and tentative. A cleared throat later, the politeness comes out. "Wrathion said you might be able to return me to where I'm from."