( the part of gwenaëlle that has been grieving in slow motion the past year and reads every letter that gervais sends to her with the anxiety of someone waiting to be told, you will get no more letters from us—
it isn't, actually, hermione's fault that she might react sharply and protectively about that uncle, and his work, and when the misunderstanding is obvious the precision of the way she had extended her claws about it is mirrored in the way her shoulders relax and she leans against the table.
mudblood is probably ruder to say than elfblooded; they rhyme, but the song is different. she bears it in mind. )
I didn't always, ( she admits. ) It isn't, you know, how the Chantry talks about it.
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it isn't, actually, hermione's fault that she might react sharply and protectively about that uncle, and his work, and when the misunderstanding is obvious the precision of the way she had extended her claws about it is mirrored in the way her shoulders relax and she leans against the table.
mudblood is probably ruder to say than elfblooded; they rhyme, but the song is different. she bears it in mind. )
I didn't always, ( she admits. ) It isn't, you know, how the Chantry talks about it.