[ooc; cw for mentions of torture in arrival! pm me if you need to discuss anything - and feel free to yeet a wildcard my way. (also let's hear it for a dumbass who posts to a tdm right before her bedtime)]
1. arrival
[ This is the irony of it all: Hogwarts nearly falls, and then Voldemort does, and in the rubble of her old school, Hermione and her friends find spaces where to rest, finally rest, after what feels like a whole year. Sitting against a shattered column, she falls asleep, and this is also the irony of it all: it's a nightmare that follows.
Bellatrix, cackling in her ear as she pins Hermione down and carves, and carves, and Hermione's throat is raw from screaming so she just whimpers and struggles and then -
A glade somewhere, somewhere unfamiliar. Her vision turns green, her world spins as she falls/stumbles/sinks, and one breath later, she's on the ground, hands and knees, fingers digging into grass and dirt. ]
Wh - where - who - [ Then comes the growl and unnatural sound of a demon slipping through the same rift as her, icy death in its eyeless face. She thinks: Dementor, and scrambles for her wand - she felt it, in the dream, while Bellatrix was carving a message into her arm - there it is, in her bloodied hand.
Think later, act now; after one year of this, she's used to it. ] Expecto P -
[ But, see, she's not used to her magic feeling wrong and different. Maybe, she thinks quickly, a result of just having woken from a nightmare to a Dementor nearby? The despair demon floats towards her quickly, target acquired, and in her panic Hermione does what she does best - she throws a fire spell at it. ]
2. kirkwall
[ Now listen here, you: she is not a spirit. She's fairly sure she is not a spirit. But then someone mentions that there are theories about Rifters, and she's supposed to be quarantined for a whole month here, so you can bet your galleons that she's going to be doing research.
That shelf, the one above her head in the library, is supposed to contain a compendium of herbs and other alchemical ingredients. She wants it.
Unfortunately, however, she is too short to reach it. Without her usual backlog of spells (so many spells, she knew so many), all she can manage is to attept, at the very least. Wingardium Leviosa is executed perfectly, sans wand, yet produces nothing but silence. ]
Stupid magic rules. [ Grumbles, grumbles, grumbles. And then, without checking over her shoulder if anyone else is watching, she glares up at the book, and kicks the bookshelf. ] Accio, damn you.
[ New magic: it's a learning process. ]
3. send a message
A month is a very long time to spend in quarantine, you know? I've spent less time in the infirmary when I was petrified - I imagine my memories all sound like the fancies of spirits to most of you, but they are real to me. I was real. I am real.
And now I'm here, I suppose.
Anyway - hello. I'm Hermione Granger, and I am, quite frankly, bored.
hermione granger (harry potter) (rifter)
1. arrival
[ This is the irony of it all: Hogwarts nearly falls, and then Voldemort does, and in the rubble of her old school, Hermione and her friends find spaces where to rest, finally rest, after what feels like a whole year. Sitting against a shattered column, she falls asleep, and this is also the irony of it all: it's a nightmare that follows.
Bellatrix, cackling in her ear as she pins Hermione down and carves, and carves, and Hermione's throat is raw from screaming so she just whimpers and struggles and then -
A glade somewhere, somewhere unfamiliar. Her vision turns green, her world spins as she falls/stumbles/sinks, and one breath later, she's on the ground, hands and knees, fingers digging into grass and dirt. ]
Wh - where - who - [ Then comes the growl and unnatural sound of a demon slipping through the same rift as her, icy death in its eyeless face. She thinks: Dementor, and scrambles for her wand - she felt it, in the dream, while Bellatrix was carving a message into her arm - there it is, in her bloodied hand.
Think later, act now; after one year of this, she's used to it. ] Expecto P -
[ But, see, she's not used to her magic feeling wrong and different. Maybe, she thinks quickly, a result of just having woken from a nightmare to a Dementor nearby? The despair demon floats towards her quickly, target acquired, and in her panic Hermione does what she does best - she throws a fire spell at it. ]
2. kirkwall
[ Now listen here, you: she is not a spirit. She's fairly sure she is not a spirit. But then someone mentions that there are theories about Rifters, and she's supposed to be quarantined for a whole month here, so you can bet your galleons that she's going to be doing research.
That shelf, the one above her head in the library, is supposed to contain a compendium of herbs and other alchemical ingredients. She wants it.
Unfortunately, however, she is too short to reach it. Without her usual backlog of spells (so many spells, she knew so many), all she can manage is to attept, at the very least. Wingardium Leviosa is executed perfectly, sans wand, yet produces nothing but silence. ]
Stupid magic rules. [ Grumbles, grumbles, grumbles. And then, without checking over her shoulder if anyone else is watching, she glares up at the book, and kicks the bookshelf. ] Accio, damn you.
[ New magic: it's a learning process. ]
3. send a message
A month is a very long time to spend in quarantine, you know? I've spent less time in the infirmary when I was petrified - I imagine my memories all sound like the fancies of spirits to most of you, but they are real to me. I was real. I am real.
And now I'm here, I suppose.
Anyway - hello. I'm Hermione Granger, and I am, quite frankly, bored.