[ he repeats the word, as if he's learning a new language. ] Splinching. [ that's a word that definitely doesn't belong in the dictionary. it's not as though he knows all of them, but, his dad speaks funny at times (and a lot about firefly) that george and martha would've regurgitated it at some point during their project: talk hermes up. it had failed. ]

Baise. [ luke may be aware he's cursing in french. hermione hates curse words, non? ] Yeah, we don't want that. Maybe you should cease the whole thinking about me thing, then. I prefer you in one piece. [ it does make him wonder if the same can happen to even the greek gods. does dad have to think so hard about where he wants to be, in case he ends up splattered across his destination? it seems too easy, the way the gods go back and forth between the mortal world and their own. everything requires some degree of concentration, but for almighty gods capable of too much, do they risk being splinched? ]

[ he finds he actually doesn't wish it on hermes. ]

[ but she's splinched her chance at picking him up. ]

[ he laughs. ] It would've been if you had asked. [ he tries to stifle his laughter as he attempts to be serious. ] Wearing my favourite converse shoes, by the way.