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[hexappeal]

WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!


Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

Comments

Of course she couldn't!

[onewrongword]

[By which she means she catches him in profile and sees that nose like a hatchet, yes.]

Miss Granger?

[Good. She's made it. And she's got the bag. As he comes closer-- he feels the burn of that thing, too. Yes. Good. He flexes his left hand at the growing discomfort, but endures.]

Are you and Ronald prepared for the Order?

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

{Blinking back her shock, Hermione manages a slight nod.}

Y-Yes. {She arches an eyebrow.} We've been prepared for over a year. At least in my case. Its probably been much longer for him.

[onewrongword]

The question is are you going to be able to stand against people like Sirius Black and James Potter, who hate and despise me. Who do not know, and could not understand, the truth.

[That's the important question of the hour.]

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

{The question isn't an easy one to answer. Yet what Sirius and Mr. Potter believe don't add up with the facts. Hermione allows herself to inhale and exhale a few times before answering.}

It...would be easier if Harry were here. I could convince him and he could help convince them. But it doesn't matter if he's here or not. {Right is right and she does need his help.} I will be able to, Professor.

[onewrongword]

See that you are. I can only do so much.

I've spoken with Sirius, once. But he remains resistant. [Nobody is surprised.] We'll see what other argument remains. If the Order cannot be convene-- we're going to have to handle this ourselves.

[With or without the others. The Order will live, but it may not be with everyone. Who can say?]

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

You...won't have to do it alone. {She pauses a moment before holding out her hand.} I'll try to talk to him too. You...probably should have approached Remus first, though. {A small wince.} Sirius listens to him.

[onewrongword]

[A hand? Snape is expected to take a hand? He looks at it a long moment, cold and empty eyes black. He does not move.]

Remus was absent from the city. He returned, but I do not expect stability from him yet. We will see.

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

{It's called a handshake. After a moment, she drops her hand to her side awkwardly.}

He's not...stable? {Meaning what? Are his Werewolf qualities apparent?}

[onewrongword]

He's never been stable. Less so when teleporting in and out of the City, I'm sure.

Sirius Black is at least predictable and not difficult to manipulate.

[Snape doesn't do contact, really.]

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

I've only seen him lose his temper once. {Whereas, you, Professor...} I don't want to manipulate him. I want him to understand that old grudges won't do us any good.

[onewrongword]

[You're really screwed, Hermione, if you don't want any of Snape's generation to not carry grudges. After all, Snape won't let any of them go...]

We'll see if anyone listens to reason, then.

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

{Let's hope he's the exception and not the rule? Not that she has much hope.}

It's worth a try. I'll do my best.

[onewrongword]

[She has heard the loud arguments throughout the building with James and Snape, right? You could hear them at least one level in each direction.]

I trust that you will.

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

{Alright. She might be pinking a bit. Did he just...put some trust in her?}

It might be better if I get Sirius alone. I don't think I could handle Mr. Potter and him at the same time.

[onewrongword]

[Unfortunately, he has to place trust in someone at the moment. Hermione is the lucky girl.]

Perhaps. I cannot begin to assist you there, but you may wish to find and speak to them as soon as you can. I mean to have them together tonight.

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

Tonight? {Whoa. Hello there deadline.} I'll just... {She pulls out her communicator and turns it on.}

If I can't talk to them, it might turn...bad. They'll think you're trying to trick them.

[onewrongword]

Then do your best. We cannot let this wait any longer, and they will all be here. There was never a more convenient time.

[WELCOME TO SNAPE'S WORLD. Dumbledore used to be like this. "Come train the boy in Occulumency. Now." "Go find the Death Eaters. Now." All the damn time.]

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

{Convenient. Right. Conveniently watch Hermione scurry, you mean. Only her Patronus is an otter, come on!}

Alright... Erm... {And she finds a relatively quiet place to leave her messages. [See her most current entry for results.]}

[onewrongword]

I've other business to attend to, while we're here. Keep me abreast of what you discover or arrange.

[A beat, before he asks]

Cellphone-- do you have one?

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

N-No, I don't. {She shouldn't be impressed that he knows about them, yet...she is.} Should I acquire one?

[onewrongword]

[He's Halfblooded, with a Muggle parent-- but he's spent the last twenty years ignoring his Muggle bloodline and life... so he missed cellphones appearing and becoming common. Gemma educated him, though, and got him a phone.]

It might be useful. It's simply an off-network way to contact you.

Has Sirius gotten you one of his enchanted mirrors? You should ask about those at your nearest convenience.

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

{Hermione hasn't really met Gemma yet.}

I'll see what I can do. {She frowns a little.} Harry had one, but I never asked for one. {Mainly because butting into Sirius and Harry's relationship seemed wrong.}

[onewrongword]

We'll see about getting you supplied. You should know how to use one better then I, that's for certain.

[He's adapted to the Network readily, but smartphones? He'll stick with a really simple flip phone, thanks.]

[femininehermes.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I can say that, Professor. I certainly didn't have one when I was eleven and I couldn't use one in the castle.

[onewrongword]

I haven't had a telephone that worked in my home since I was fifteen.

You'll adapt.