loyalotter | Voice; / Action;

Entry tags:

Voice; / Action;

[It's a couple of minutes before she actually says anything, but there are a few doodles on the page. When she does speak, she's very subdued.]

I guess this is the next experiment. It seems to be... a strange one anyway. I wonder who has my body?

...This is Hermione, for those who don't recognise my voice or my face. I don't look like I normally do.

[So the basic turn of events for Hermione: She wakes up rather groggy, eyes not quite as red or scratchy as she thought they'd be. Hello, something's off. She doesn't really notice her body change just yet as she makes her way out of the random room she was in. And a little later notices the body of her best friend... whom she had just fought with not a few days ago and who has been resolutely refusing to speak with her. Can't deal with seeing him yet. Hermione flees the house.

Currently, she (in the body of Raine Sage) is sitting by the lake, with her knees curled up to her chin. Those who know her, even if they've only spoken to her for a minute or less, can EASILY tell that something is very, VERY wrong here. Feel free to talk to her.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Raine's waiting, as promised. ... She can't deny that it is a very strange experience to see her own body arriving at the scene.] Hermione?

[...Right, she'd been looking for the wrong person. Oh that's awkward.]

Right here. [She tries to smile and kind of succeeds.] Is my wand all right?

[She had a feeling, hence the calling out.] Yes, I have it with me. Would you... like some tea first?

[She offers a small smile at this.] That would be lovely if you don't mind. I can go up and make some if it'd be easier. I don't know if I want to try conjuring yet... though I suppose I could if I did have my wand.

Edited 2009-09-26 22:23 (UTC)

It's all right; I offered, so I can make it the normal way. [She does, however, offer her the wand.] If it will make you feel more comfortable holding it, though, then you should have it.

I wouldn't want to ask too much of you in this situation. [She eyes the wand for a moment before taking it. It feels weird in her hand but not uncomfortable or evil like Bellatrix's wand did. That's a plus, right?]

I'm not sure if I can use it or if I should even try.

You aren't, believe me. Come along. [She gestures towards the stairs.]

Does it serve as a focus for the magic? I usually carry a staff with me, though I can cast without it as well. It's more of a self-defense weapon anyway.

[She smiles and follows.]

I believe it is similar, though wandless magic is generally considered something that occurs when the witch or wizard is too young to use a wand, but I also believe the wands enhance our magic and change it from the nearly uncontrollable bursts young children experience to the precise spells trained witches and wizards can perform. If you have a wand and know the spells, you don't need anything else to defend yourself with.

[She twirls the wand a little and it kind of spits a few sparks at her but nothing like normal.] Apparently, it thinks I'm you so it might work better for you as you are now.

Edited 2009-09-26 23:35 (UTC)

[She leads her to the apartment, to where she had started already gathering ingredients for tea.] I suppose it makes sense, if those that you deal with wouldn't use... 'Muggle' means of defending themselves. If they're used to wielding wands, they wouldn't see the need for weaponry such as swords, or anything along those lines to fight with, correct?

Hmm. All right. Are the wands made so they are suited for a particular person?

[She nods as she follows.] Harry, one of my best friends, has used a sword in the past. He sees the use in such ordinary methods. [And that reminds her of the fight they just had, so her expression falls a bit.]

"The wand chooses the wizard." Each wand is different and will choose to favour a different master. They also seem to work reasonably for someone who is in favour with their master, if they are handed over willingly.

[THIS reminds her of rescuing Ollivander and she sighs a little bit. She knows he's okay but geeze he didn't look so good last she saw him. This worry also registers on her face.]

Not everyone is capable of using "ordinary" weapons, so I suppose it would depend as well.

Hmmm... I see. [She's not quite certain what to make of that notion. Perhaps it's simply that a certain core resonates with that person's core... no, too complicated. She takes note of Hermione's falling expressions instead; after all she's watching herself.]

There's a lot on your mind.

[Hermione nods at the first part, hesitates at the last. She does trust Raine, if for nothing other than the fact that they've seen a lot of each other in the last few weeks and are currently inhabiting the others' body. Not to mention they've spoken a great deal about a lot of things. Hermione feels a little badly about hogging the topic of conversation to herself and her own world, but there's a lot that's been going on.

She looks as though she wants to answer, stops, and then starts again.]

A lot has happened, both here and at home. I never really did have a quiet life after I found out I'm a witch. [Such is the life of anyone close to Harry Potter, but especially one of his best friends.]

[Raine much prefers being on the listening end of these forms of conversation, but she's always careful not to pry too much. As Hermione hesitates, she starts boiling the water for the tea.]

... I can't imagine you did. It must have been quite a change from your original lifestyle.

I'm Muggle-born, like I told you a few days ago, so all the signs of magic I used to show when I was little they took as simply me being different. So when I got the letter explaining that I was a witch and had been accepted at a wizarding school, they were very surprised and very excited.

...[She can't help but give a small smile here, as she really does care about Harry, even when they're fighting.] And then I had to go be best friends with a boy who's on the most wanted list of the most feared Dark Wizard the wizarding world's ever seen. You can't really have a quiet lifestyle when you're fighting off people who are trying to do in your best friend every year.

I see... it's good, that your family was so understanding. How old were you when you were accepted to this school?

Mmm, no, you really can't. It must be hard, though, even with your successes. It does seem that most of the people who are brought here have faced and often overcome difficult circumstances, or are in the middle of doing so.

I'm really lucky to have them. [And her parents are another sore point, but this one she tries to hide.] I was eleven. That's the age of acceptance into Hogwarts, my school.

[She nods thoughtfully here, though.] I guess you could say Harry and I were both. We've done a lot at home and were in the middle of finishing it. Getting brought here was a loop we weren't really expecting.

[She kind of eyes Raine again, as though debating how much she can trust the other woman with.]

Eleven... [She seems distracted by the number, but then shakes her head a little.] What made them wait that long? Being born with such an ability should be properly handled from birth. After all, other children who are born wizards would be aware of such a fact sooner, would they not?

Being brought here is a loop that would throw anyone, I expect. [She smiles faintly at that, though it fades again.] Not truly knowing an outcome one way or the other can be a frightening position to be in.

[Hermione tilts her head a little at Raine's reaction, deciding to ask later.] That's when our magic really starts to manifest itself. My friend Neville was born into a pure-blood wizarding family and he didn't start to show signs of having any magic at all until he was nearly Hogwarts age.

It seems to lie dormant for years, only really surfacing when we've great need of it, like when we're truly afraid of something and need help. That's why it was such a surprise when I got my letter.

Harry's a little farther along than I am, but now I can't even ask him questions. [She pauses again. Something in Raine's reaction seems to be a little off to her, but maybe it's because she's staring at herself and she's upset.] Are you all right?

I see. So it's unlocked by strong emotions, until you're able to control them properly... I take it that the same principle is used in other schools?

Because of your... disagreement. [She blinks slightly, at the sudden question.] Yes, I'm fine. I'm simply trying to gather a better understanding of your situation.

It's not so much that this is Hogwarts' policy as it is the way of the magic itself, if that makes sense. As far as the school systems themselves, each appears to operate much the same in regard to year equivalencies.

..Yes. It's not the first time he's been angry with me and it usually happens when I'm trying to help.

[She pauses, glancing at the heating tea water.] I suppose if you were to truly understand, I would need to explain why he's angry with me in the first place... unless he's told you that. [Yeah, she's remembering whose body was on that couch when she woke up. She's not stupid.]

I see... that is very interesting. Your subjects are also quite different from the ones I teach, correct?

[There's a pause at that.] ... A little, yes. But there's always more than one side to every story. Sometimes there is no "right" side, either.

[She nods.] The only reason I know anything at all about your subjects is because I attended Muggle schools until I turned eleven and I've spent countless hours in the library here in Luceti. [there's a bit of a smile at that.]

He thinks I wasn't upset at what Malfoy tried to do to him. I was... I still am, but I've seen a side of Malfoy here that he never let us see at home. It'll probably be a while before Harry believes that side exists, especially with everything that's happened to us that hasn't happened to Malfoy. He apparently came from an earlier time than we did.

I see... [She smiles at that.] You certainly pick up on things quickly.

He did seem somewhat... I suppose the only fitting word I can find is bitter, or even a little jealous. Perhaps part of the problem was with the ... timing of the delivery? While the situation here is different from what you are familiar with at home... having something like that said to him might have made him feel unsure of himself, especially considering what he had just walked away from.

[She beams at that. Nothing can put a damper on Hermione's pride where learning is concerned... it can, however, be short-lived.] Thank you.

[Aaand she's totally about to respond when it really sinks in.] Oh... [That makes sense.] That's not the first time that's happened, either. [Firebolt, anyone?]

[She sighs a little.] I suppose I should have remembered he hasn't been here that long, but I'd hoped he would have listened to me.

...It's hard to wipe away six years' solid dislike, though, and the only reason I did... or am in the process of doing, is because he's actually been civil to me. This was the first time Malfoy and Harry ran into each other and I didn't even get a chance to tell Harry that Malfoy was here at all. Some best friend I've been.

[Gently explaining.] You had good intentions. Unfortunately there are times when you have to choose your battles... and often the time when you want to make your point the most isn't the best time for the other party to receive it.

There is nothing wrong with wanting positive results, but you also come to the realization that others are not going to move at that same pace. It doesn't mean that acceptance is impossible... if you want to use an example from our conversation a few days ago, but you can only present so much to him before he can make that step on his own.

Mr. Malfoy will also have to do his part.

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action] - ff icon

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]