[ At least a minute is a minute here, at least that's a reasonable measure of time that she can abide by. And honestly, outside of writing - publicly - in the book, and having her outrage criticised - also publicly - by a few respondents, what else does she have to do with her time right now?
She won't find a beacon back. She won't make her way back home. She's stuck, she's here, and if eventually she'll come to accept that as her truth, she's not there yet.
They did give her some clothes, a pair of robes that go all the way down to the floor, that she's had to hem shorter herself. As much as she is not a stranger to wizarding robes, there's something distinctly odd and unpleasant about wearing these, with nothing but her underwear beneath - so since they were dispensing with breeches as well, she took a pair.
So she stands out, of course. Breeches tucked into boots, long-sleeved robes shortened to under the knee and cinched at the waist with a belt. The glowy hand is a bit of a giveaway. There is no kerchief on Hermione's head (should there be?!), but at least she's tamed the cacophony of curls up into a bun at the top of her head, her wand pierced through it, looking unobtrusive - mere decoration! Pay her no mind!
Except of course, she hears her name be called, and turns with a bit of an overeager smile. ]
Miss Tavane? [ She's coming at you with a hand stretched out for a handshake, Ness. Get ready. ] Please, Hermione is fine.
action - all dungeons no dragons
She won't find a beacon back. She won't make her way back home. She's stuck, she's here, and if eventually she'll come to accept that as her truth, she's not there yet.
They did give her some clothes, a pair of robes that go all the way down to the floor, that she's had to hem shorter herself. As much as she is not a stranger to wizarding robes, there's something distinctly odd and unpleasant about wearing these, with nothing but her underwear beneath - so since they were dispensing with breeches as well, she took a pair.
So she stands out, of course. Breeches tucked into boots, long-sleeved robes shortened to under the knee and cinched at the waist with a belt. The glowy hand is a bit of a giveaway. There is no kerchief on Hermione's head (should there be?!), but at least she's tamed the cacophony of curls up into a bun at the top of her head, her wand pierced through it, looking unobtrusive - mere decoration! Pay her no mind!
Except of course, she hears her name be called, and turns with a bit of an overeager smile. ]
Miss Tavane? [ She's coming at you with a hand stretched out for a handshake, Ness. Get ready. ] Please, Hermione is fine.