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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.

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[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.

{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.

[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.

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.

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.]

{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.]}

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?

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

[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.

{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.}

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.]

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.

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

You'll adapt.

{Bravo, you win.}

I'll do my best. {Learning how to use a phone won't be nearly as hard as convincing Sirius and James that killing him isn't a good idea.}

Good. Go to your work, and I'll go to mine.

See you soon, Professor. {Hermione waves briefly and checks her communicator for any responses.}

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