☕ TWO. [accidental video]
[Hermione looks flustered. She has pulled her bag - which she had shrunk before arriving at Malfoy Manor - and set it in front of her. For the last several hours, she has rifled through its contents, trying to find a reason (or, at the very least, an answer) for her current predicament. The only problem is: she can't seem to focus on the task at hand.]
This is ridiculous. [She puts down a book a little more forcefully than she intends.] He's not even here. Why am I thinking about him all of the sudden?
[With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she looks at her Forge. Sure enough, it's recording.
Bloody fantastic.]
Oh. Erm.
[Private to Professor Lupin.]
I have some books. From home. Luckily the Death Eaters didn't take my bag away from me. I also have a number of potions and a tent. I know the tent isn't very useful here, but the rest might be of use at some point.
[Her usually calm voice sounds agitated today.]
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This is ridiculous. [She puts down a book a little more forcefully than she intends.] He's not even here. Why am I thinking about him all of the sudden?
[With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she looks at her Forge. Sure enough, it's recording.
Bloody fantastic.]
Oh. Erm.
[Private to Professor Lupin.]
I have some books. From home. Luckily the Death Eaters didn't take my bag away from me. I also have a number of potions and a tent. I know the tent isn't very useful here, but the rest might be of use at some point.
[Her usually calm voice sounds agitated today.]
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