"There's not nearly enough statuary of ravens, if you ask me," she murmurs under her breath, as the night advances and she peers out at her surroundings. Huddled up against a wall, in close proximity to a group of other-worlders, Hermione Granger is doing the thing she has very little training in: she waits.
This whole experience has been an exercise in patience, and impulse control. She has been aching for a fight against those people-sacrificing cultists for days now, and with the keys in possession, the group has infiltrated the House of Ravens at night. They wait the dawn, and Hermione has feedback.
"Why call it the House of Ravens at all? I'm so disappointed." It's gallows humour, or something like that.
b. this house is your house (individual curse version)
"I've got this," she can be heard whispering to herself, wand clutched in her hands. The night has advanced, and with it so have the whispers come. They remind her of her failures, of her humiliations.
Everywhere she looks, she thinks she sees spellcasters who probably think that she is just a child, and to make matters worse, she feels weaker here. So of course she thinks to take matters into her own hand, and prove herself to others, even if they might not be looking for her flaws necessarily. Does that other-worlder look in need of hushed assistance? No?
Too bad, they're going to get it. "I can do that." Whatever that is.
c. fire and brimstone (magical absorption)
Heights, of course it'll be heights. But there is something about the volcano that she might fix, if she could get closer to the mouth of it and so onto the plank it goes. The plank does not wobble too hard beneath her, thankfully, as she walks to the end of it. The heat is blistering, and she's already sweating bullets, heart in her throat.
Through the steam coming from the inside of the volcano, she tries to find the mirror that Emilia referenced, wand in her hand. She's learnt so far that apparition is out of her control in this place (which bodes poorly given the wobbly plank), but maybe mending spells will work.
As she opens her mouth to cast one, though, it feels as if she is hit by a wave. One minute passes, two, three, and Hermione absorbs the excess of spiritual energy, which flocks to her like moths to a flame. For anyone looking, five minutes in will be when her knees will wobble. At minute six, she will go down to her knees on the plank, holding onto it for dear life, but whatever she's doing might still work. At least to her it feels like it's working. At minute nine, you might notice she's failing to get up on her feet.
Minute eleven, and faintly she tries to push herself up, then starts crawling back on her hands and knees. Give her a minute (and no more than four).
d. aftermath of magical volcano suckage
It definitely feels like her magic is coming back, at least, this far from the volcano. She is sitting on the forest floor against a tree, a travelling cloak thrown around her shoulders more for comfort than heat, and a waterskin with water in her hands that she's slowly taking sips out of.
At this point at least, she's not feeling weak. Dread, though, has settled - something tells her she has made a huge mistake today in the volcano, but at the same time - it's not over.
e. wildest of cards
[ooc: Insert your own prompt here, I'm flexible. Happy to write some somft aftermath interractions on request too.]
hermione granger
"There's not nearly enough statuary of ravens, if you ask me," she murmurs under her breath, as the night advances and she peers out at her surroundings. Huddled up against a wall, in close proximity to a group of other-worlders, Hermione Granger is doing the thing she has very little training in: she waits.
This whole experience has been an exercise in patience, and impulse control. She has been aching for a fight against those people-sacrificing cultists for days now, and with the keys in possession, the group has infiltrated the House of Ravens at night. They wait the dawn, and Hermione has feedback.
"Why call it the House of Ravens at all? I'm so disappointed." It's gallows humour, or something like that.
b. this house is your house (individual curse version)
"I've got this," she can be heard whispering to herself, wand clutched in her hands. The night has advanced, and with it so have the whispers come. They remind her of her failures, of her humiliations.
Everywhere she looks, she thinks she sees spellcasters who probably think that she is just a child, and to make matters worse, she feels weaker here. So of course she thinks to take matters into her own hand, and prove herself to others, even if they might not be looking for her flaws necessarily. Does that other-worlder look in need of hushed assistance? No?
Too bad, they're going to get it. "I can do that." Whatever that is.
c. fire and brimstone (magical absorption)
Heights, of course it'll be heights. But there is something about the volcano that she might fix, if she could get closer to the mouth of it and so onto the plank it goes. The plank does not wobble too hard beneath her, thankfully, as she walks to the end of it. The heat is blistering, and she's already sweating bullets, heart in her throat.
Through the steam coming from the inside of the volcano, she tries to find the mirror that Emilia referenced, wand in her hand. She's learnt so far that apparition is out of her control in this place (which bodes poorly given the wobbly plank), but maybe mending spells will work.
As she opens her mouth to cast one, though, it feels as if she is hit by a wave. One minute passes, two, three, and Hermione absorbs the excess of spiritual energy, which flocks to her like moths to a flame. For anyone looking, five minutes in will be when her knees will wobble. At minute six, she will go down to her knees on the plank, holding onto it for dear life, but whatever she's doing might still work. At least to her it feels like it's working. At minute nine, you might notice she's failing to get up on her feet.
Minute eleven, and faintly she tries to push herself up, then starts crawling back on her hands and knees. Give her a minute (and no more than four).
d. aftermath of magical volcano suckage
It definitely feels like her magic is coming back, at least, this far from the volcano. She is sitting on the forest floor against a tree, a travelling cloak thrown around her shoulders more for comfort than heat, and a waterskin with water in her hands that she's slowly taking sips out of.
At this point at least, she's not feeling weak. Dread, though, has settled - something tells her she has made a huge mistake today in the volcano, but at the same time - it's not over.
e. wildest of cards
[ooc: Insert your own prompt here, I'm flexible. Happy to write some somft aftermath interractions on request too.]