Pity. The fairies like seeing me naked all the time.

[ and it's a quip he wishes to expand on, especially after what she says. he remembers that word — patronus. and he remembers that otter as vividly as if it's curling around his shoulder right now, weightless and bright. part of the reason why luke hadn't called her had been for that particular thing — for a guy who can find almost anything, travel on any terrain and find a hut that hadn't been marked on any map, he'd lost one of the most important things to quickly come into his possession. it had been shame and guilt at being too caught up within the chase that had lead to the demise and disappearance of the otter that had kept him from calling hermione. ]

[ and the fact that it clearly means so much ... ]

[ merde. ]

Uh. About that ... [ he wants to let it trail off there and hope she never picks up the thread, but hermione's too sharp for that. to expect her to not even notice he picked it up and dropped it is insulting to her intelligence. ] If you were expecting a return to sender, I may have to give you a rain check.