[ Hermione's face hesitantly edges onto the screen. She looks a bit self-conscious, seeing as she's not terribly used to being on camera. That, and devices like the ones she's using now aren't exactly commonplace for her. She thinks she's managing rather well, in any case.
With a few pats of her hair and a light clearing of her throat, she gets on with what she needs to say. ]
I'm afraid to say this brochure hasn't helped me at all. I mean, I suppose I've had to deal with stranger things, but I never honestly thought I'd find myself stuck in, well. Wonderland. [ She pauses as if someone's going to jump out and tell her it's all not real. Anyone? Anyone? Okay, maybe not. ] I'm not really sure what to make of it all.
[ ...Really, she'd love for this to be one of those prank programs. She wouldn't get mad! Honest!
She sighs softly. Probably best to start giving up on that hope now. ]
Could someone at least let me know if someone named Harry Potter is here? Or Ron Weasley? [ A touch of her usual bossiness comes through in the next sentence: ] It's very important that I know if they're here or not, so please respond as soon as possible. Thank you.
[ With that, she shuts off the feed. ]
IV
[ Hermione sat in the mansion's library doing what she did best: learning. She was surrounded by a pile of books, her nose nearly pressed into the one she was perusing now. It made her feel like she was doing something useful, anyway, trying to read up on everything she possibly could. How else would she be able to maintain her status as a human encyclopedia?
She makes a thoughtful noise at the paragraph she's just finished reading, then turns the page. It's going to be hard to pull her away from this book, no doubt about it. In fact, she's quite lost track of time, hardly realizing how late it is. Really, she should be getting to bed soon.
Hermione Granger | Harry Potter
Er, um. I think I've got this right...
[ Hermione's face hesitantly edges onto the screen. She looks a bit self-conscious, seeing as she's not terribly used to being on camera. That, and devices like the ones she's using now aren't exactly commonplace for her. She thinks she's managing rather well, in any case.
With a few pats of her hair and a light clearing of her throat, she gets on with what she needs to say. ]
I'm afraid to say this brochure hasn't helped me at all. I mean, I suppose I've had to deal with stranger things, but I never honestly thought I'd find myself stuck in, well. Wonderland. [ She pauses as if someone's going to jump out and tell her it's all not real. Anyone? Anyone? Okay, maybe not. ] I'm not really sure what to make of it all.
[ ...Really, she'd love for this to be one of those prank programs. She wouldn't get mad! Honest!
She sighs softly. Probably best to start giving up on that hope now. ]
Could someone at least let me know if someone named Harry Potter is here? Or Ron Weasley? [ A touch of her usual bossiness comes through in the next sentence: ] It's very important that I know if they're here or not, so please respond as soon as possible. Thank you.
[ With that, she shuts off the feed. ]
IV
[ Hermione sat in the mansion's library doing what she did best: learning. She was surrounded by a pile of books, her nose nearly pressed into the one she was perusing now. It made her feel like she was doing something useful, anyway, trying to read up on everything she possibly could. How else would she be able to maintain her status as a human encyclopedia?
She makes a thoughtful noise at the paragraph she's just finished reading, then turns the page. It's going to be hard to pull her away from this book, no doubt about it. In fact, she's quite lost track of time, hardly realizing how late it is. Really, she should be getting to bed soon.
...Good luck trying to convince her of that. ]
((ooc: plot point is mid Half-Blood Prince! ))