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[Who:] Hermione Granger, Severus Snape
[What:] 'Just stand there and let me try and curse you.' Magical experiments ahoy.
[When:] End of Week 6.
[Where:] Hermione's new base of operations.
Hermione pocketed her communicator after sending the message to Snape that she was free, and slumped down in one of the chairs in her room- before sitting up straight again, never really one for lying around being lazy. She glanced over to her bag, checking once more that the Harry Potter books- she'd finished the first four now, and, knowing what she did, she was torn between nervousnessness and desire to continue on with the last three- were safely out of sight. The most of the rest of what she usually carried around had been unpacked; her teabags, non-dairy creamer and sugar sat on the table she'd appointed as a desk, along with various pieces of paper covered in bits of Latin, equations, diagrams- all sorts, crammed into every blank space in Hermione's neat hand.
The room in general was neat, in fact, for a space in which magical experiments had been taking place- the only clues were that the furniture (two chairs, the desk, and a sofa with precisely-folded bedding lying on it- nothing terribly luxurious, but Hermione was enjoying the privacy it afforded her) had been pushed to the sides of the room, and there were a few black burn-marks on the walls...and a pile of what looked like firewood stacked in the corner, a number of slim but relatively sturdy-looking branches which she'd collected herself. One lay on the desk, and she got up to run a hand over it and cast her eyes over some of the notes she'd written.
It wasn't exactly spell-creation, what she'd been experimenting with- more spell-editing and somewhat unlikely spell-combination. It was still difficult. She'd only really changed and rewritten a spell once before, with the jinx she'd put onto the DA parchment- and that, of course, had been a completely different matter all together, though it had been no less headache-worthy.
[What:] 'Just stand there and let me try and curse you.' Magical experiments ahoy.
[When:] End of Week 6.
[Where:] Hermione's new base of operations.
Hermione pocketed her communicator after sending the message to Snape that she was free, and slumped down in one of the chairs in her room- before sitting up straight again, never really one for lying around being lazy. She glanced over to her bag, checking once more that the Harry Potter books- she'd finished the first four now, and, knowing what she did, she was torn between nervousnessness and desire to continue on with the last three- were safely out of sight. The most of the rest of what she usually carried around had been unpacked; her teabags, non-dairy creamer and sugar sat on the table she'd appointed as a desk, along with various pieces of paper covered in bits of Latin, equations, diagrams- all sorts, crammed into every blank space in Hermione's neat hand.
The room in general was neat, in fact, for a space in which magical experiments had been taking place- the only clues were that the furniture (two chairs, the desk, and a sofa with precisely-folded bedding lying on it- nothing terribly luxurious, but Hermione was enjoying the privacy it afforded her) had been pushed to the sides of the room, and there were a few black burn-marks on the walls...and a pile of what looked like firewood stacked in the corner, a number of slim but relatively sturdy-looking branches which she'd collected herself. One lay on the desk, and she got up to run a hand over it and cast her eyes over some of the notes she'd written.
It wasn't exactly spell-creation, what she'd been experimenting with- more spell-editing and somewhat unlikely spell-combination. It was still difficult. She'd only really changed and rewritten a spell once before, with the jinx she'd put onto the DA parchment- and that, of course, had been a completely different matter all together, though it had been no less headache-worthy.