Hermione's frown only deepens at all of that. David? She doesn't recall there being a David. Unless that had been Prince Charming's real name, but even then, she'd never heard of Snow White having a best friend named Red.
Out of everything she says, there's only one thing that really makes sense. "Love is the strongest magic. I'm no romantic, but I've seen love save lives. Just... not romantic love." And she hopes she never does, given that she'd never want someone to sacrifice themselves for a lover the way Harry's mum had for him. She'd never want anyone to go through their lives, knowing they're the reason someone they love isn't here anymore.
She doesn't know if the bit about the magic bean is literal or metaphorical, and she has the feeling that she's going to have that confusion more than once, where Red is concerned. She doesn't understand what's going on, especially since the answer seems to be magical in nature and yet has nothing to do with any kind of magic she's familiar with. There's no spell that can change reality to the point where several people can be ripped from their world. Save for the Killing Curse, that is.
... but then, how else would they have found themselves here, in a place that neither of them seem to recognize as home?
"... Storybrooke," Hermione echoes after a moment, trying not to sound completely incredulous. "You're saying that Snow White and Robin Hood were your neighbors in a town called Storybrooke, and you'd never known the truth?"
But then... what if their names had been altered? Snow might not be a common name, but perhaps Charming had only been a nickname for David, and if she'd only known Robin by his first name....
Or... she's one of the fairy tale characters herself.
That much should have been obvious, but it only strikes Hermione now, and she blinks down at the woman once she finishes with her back. Red. A cloak. And a wolf.
"You're not...Little Red Riding Hood?" she asks, already laughing because really, that's just a silly supposition to make in light of nothing more than coincidences and a peculiar story.
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Out of everything she says, there's only one thing that really makes sense. "Love is the strongest magic. I'm no romantic, but I've seen love save lives. Just... not romantic love." And she hopes she never does, given that she'd never want someone to sacrifice themselves for a lover the way Harry's mum had for him. She'd never want anyone to go through their lives, knowing they're the reason someone they love isn't here anymore.
She doesn't know if the bit about the magic bean is literal or metaphorical, and she has the feeling that she's going to have that confusion more than once, where Red is concerned. She doesn't understand what's going on, especially since the answer seems to be magical in nature and yet has nothing to do with any kind of magic she's familiar with. There's no spell that can change reality to the point where several people can be ripped from their world. Save for the Killing Curse, that is.
... but then, how else would they have found themselves here, in a place that neither of them seem to recognize as home?
"... Storybrooke," Hermione echoes after a moment, trying not to sound completely incredulous. "You're saying that Snow White and Robin Hood were your neighbors in a town called Storybrooke, and you'd never known the truth?"
But then... what if their names had been altered? Snow might not be a common name, but perhaps Charming had only been a nickname for David, and if she'd only known Robin by his first name....
Or... she's one of the fairy tale characters herself.
That much should have been obvious, but it only strikes Hermione now, and she blinks down at the woman once she finishes with her back. Red. A cloak. And a wolf.
"You're not...Little Red Riding Hood?" she asks, already laughing because really, that's just a silly supposition to make in light of nothing more than coincidences and a peculiar story.