[ Once upon a time, in Netvor, there was a castle inhabited by a cursed prince. Or nobleman. (Hermione forgets.) The castle grounds will open to them, promising sanctuary in exchange for keeping a few chatty dishes company, attending a few balls. Nevermind that shadows stalk and creep and try to chase anyone not constantly looking over their shoulders at night.
This time around, she is late returning from the library, but not quite so late as to fear for her life. Beyond the castle's windows, the sun is setting. The castle itself seems rather devoid of people, so Hermione feels slightly more at ease when it comes to climbing up the stairs. With the roses blossoming, there's no saying the sorts of emotions she will feel should she encounter someone, as she doesn't feel by half-measure. She doesn't do anything by half-measure.
All seems fine, at least until she hears footsteps behind her. She stops mid-step, and whirls around, wand at the ready. Only instead of a shadow, it's a familiar face that greets her - albeit a bemused (and unfairly beautiful) one. ] Ah! Wen Qing - I thought you were one of the...other inhabitants.
eb - netvor's confessional wall, redux
This time around, she is late returning from the library, but not quite so late as to fear for her life. Beyond the castle's windows, the sun is setting. The castle itself seems rather devoid of people, so Hermione feels slightly more at ease when it comes to climbing up the stairs. With the roses blossoming, there's no saying the sorts of emotions she will feel should she encounter someone, as she doesn't feel by half-measure. She doesn't do anything by half-measure.
All seems fine, at least until she hears footsteps behind her. She stops mid-step, and whirls around, wand at the ready. Only instead of a shadow, it's a familiar face that greets her - albeit a bemused (and unfairly beautiful) one. ] Ah! Wen Qing - I thought you were one of the...other inhabitants.
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