[ It was meant to have been the last beacon, the one Hermione Granger stepped into, with one last look over her shoulder at what had been her home (her world?) for almost three years. Yet here she is again.
And here this is: proof that with Hogwarts restored to what it was once, with the magic woven back into place, there would always be a Room of Requirement, because that was what students did. They needed. They sought.
This time, she - years older and only months older in turns - steps into the Room with only one thought it mind. A way back. And what the Room becomes is a beacon, one which spits her out into Akhuras, undigested, where she is - in turn - needed the most. ]
I confess I am glad we don't have blood rains anymore.
[ Hatthevar is actually quite darling, all things restored. Her old friend, the performer who sold her that house and then refused to take it back from her, spots her from across the street and offers her a cheerful wave. Hermione is glad he is no longer saluting her by dancing the Macarena in slow motion.
The bloody things she's done here.
Speaking of bloody things - her companion for this dusk, equipped with one extremely dark and wide umbrella to shield her from the pale sun, hasn't said a word since Hermione woke up this morning and declared they were going to go shopping today.
It's not like she is torturing the woman! A few years (months?) and handful of countries back, and it had been Vanessa Ives herself who would've insisted on Hermione purchasing herself a more elegant wardrobe that whatever old pair of denim trousers she was wearing under her massive cloaks.
Honestly she's half-tempted to make a joke here. Maybe something like: ] Cheer up, Miss Ives, it's not the end of the world anymore.
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you keep telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight
And here this is: proof that with Hogwarts restored to what it was once, with the magic woven back into place, there would always be a Room of Requirement, because that was what students did. They needed. They sought.
This time, she - years older and only months older in turns - steps into the Room with only one thought it mind. A way back. And what the Room becomes is a beacon, one which spits her out into Akhuras, undigested, where she is - in turn - needed the most. ]
I confess I am glad we don't have blood rains anymore.
[ Hatthevar is actually quite darling, all things restored. Her old friend, the performer who sold her that house and then refused to take it back from her, spots her from across the street and offers her a cheerful wave. Hermione is glad he is no longer saluting her by dancing the Macarena in slow motion.
The bloody things she's done here.
Speaking of bloody things - her companion for this dusk, equipped with one extremely dark and wide umbrella to shield her from the pale sun, hasn't said a word since Hermione woke up this morning and declared they were going to go shopping today.
It's not like she is torturing the woman! A few years (months?) and handful of countries back, and it had been Vanessa Ives herself who would've insisted on Hermione purchasing herself a more elegant wardrobe that whatever old pair of denim trousers she was wearing under her massive cloaks.
Honestly she's half-tempted to make a joke here. Maybe something like: ] Cheer up, Miss Ives, it's not the end of the world anymore.