"And Wales, yes," Hermione tells her conversationally, though she looks at her curiously at her further question. Well, at least she's familiar with the magical world, even if whoever might have told her about it had been either lying or mistaken. "And I'd hate to break it to you, but the magical world isn't actually a separate world. It's just its own community within the non-magical world. There are many witches and wizards left, but we're far from extinct and have spread out a ways."
She pauses to think it over, wanting to make sure Red is given as much accurate information as possible. "Not of Misthaven, no. But of course I've heard of Nottingham; I've never been, but every child grows up hearing about Robin Hood. As for the Enchanted Forest, that could be any number of forests. The one I'm most familiar with is commonly known as the Forbidden Forest. It's in Scotland, though I don't think you'll ever find your way there, if you're not a witch. It's just as well, really. Most of the creatures there aren't particularly friendly." Especially not the centaurs, but that's a story for another day.
Crouching down behind Red as she struggles with that bodice, Hermione asks, "You don't usually dress like this?" She isn't one to make any assumptions based on clothes, given that growing up with wizards and witches has given her an odd sense of fashion. Her mother usually has to remind her how to match patterns when she returns home on holiday.
Luckily, dittany doesn't particularly sting so much as tingle, depending on the wound, so they should be able to carry on their conversation while Hermione carefully dabs it onto Ruby's injuries, occasionally muttering a soft healing charm. "That's an interesting theory," she says after a moment. "But I've seen people embrace that side of them. It doesn't help. It just makes them worse." She's pretty sure Greyback had been more wolf than man, by the end.
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She pauses to think it over, wanting to make sure Red is given as much accurate information as possible. "Not of Misthaven, no. But of course I've heard of Nottingham; I've never been, but every child grows up hearing about Robin Hood. As for the Enchanted Forest, that could be any number of forests. The one I'm most familiar with is commonly known as the Forbidden Forest. It's in Scotland, though I don't think you'll ever find your way there, if you're not a witch. It's just as well, really. Most of the creatures there aren't particularly friendly." Especially not the centaurs, but that's a story for another day.
Crouching down behind Red as she struggles with that bodice, Hermione asks, "You don't usually dress like this?" She isn't one to make any assumptions based on clothes, given that growing up with wizards and witches has given her an odd sense of fashion. Her mother usually has to remind her how to match patterns when she returns home on holiday.
Luckily, dittany doesn't particularly sting so much as tingle, depending on the wound, so they should be able to carry on their conversation while Hermione carefully dabs it onto Ruby's injuries, occasionally muttering a soft healing charm. "That's an interesting theory," she says after a moment. "But I've seen people embrace that side of them. It doesn't help. It just makes them worse." She's pretty sure Greyback had been more wolf than man, by the end.