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( identifiers: luke castellan | ophiotaurus | αλεπού (the fox) | george and martha through luke castellan || LOCKET + COMPASS )

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call.

[brainiest]

Hardly. [ Admittedly, her voice is a bit of a flushed huff now. ] I am imagining you completely clothed, thank you, with - with a hairnet, and a bow. A pink ribbon. It's very charming. [ She has no idea what this is, really, if this is teasing or something serious. All her experiences with any kind of relationship like this is limited to Krum and Ron, which leaves her with a quite, admittedly, stunted idea of how to handle any kind of 'more than friendship' scenario. That's what this might be, isn't it? They tease each other, she knows they're flirting, and she sighs softly.

Maybe she's just making a complete and utter idiot of herself and Luke is just laughing at her as he sits in his room.

She steels herself a little, voice low. ] Someone has to do all the thinking -- but there... I wasn't ever particularly good at a Patronus, not for a long time. That's what I did last time I saw you, the otter. It was my Patronus, a guiding and protective spell usually meant to help protect you against a creature from my world. I always had a rough time with it.

call.

[marred]

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.

call.

[brainiest]

Well, I'm not a faerie, thank you very much.

[ Hermione has no idea what's going through Luke's mind, of course she doesn't, but she does feel the tension that might be rolling off him and she pauses, hesitant. She isn't entirely sure what she ought to say here, but, finally, he continues, and she bites back her laughter and she grins, leaning back and settling on her bed, legs crossed under herself and leans into the call. ]

Oh, no! I didn't expect it to come back. Generally they're used to help fight back against dark creatures and they're not supposed to last for that long, but I thought I'd send one with you, just in case? So he - he wasn't meant to last forever."

call.

[marred]

[ luke's not quite sure he's hearing her right. her patronus was meant to only last temporarily? he'd thought any spell she cast would be permanent, and the loss of her otter had meant he'd lost something he was meant to keep and return. either luke needed to find a book on spells from hermione's world or he'd really need to ask her twenty questions before he set off on a quest. ]

[ he's quiet for the longest time. ]

... You're kidding me.

[ he doesn't sound offended. he's vaguely amused, but he's most certainly taken aback by the information he's clearly misinterpreted. he hadn't called her due to simply — it wasn't forgetting so much as it was being overwhelmed with annabeth and thalia being here, especially the latter. she'd been warmer to him than he had expected, and it'd fried all his nerve endings simply knowing she wanted to reconnect and rebuild what they had lost between the time of her turning into a tree and him slipping into darkness. hermione had inadvertently been pushed to the wayside until martha had commented about the pretty girl with her otter — and how she'd once almost dated one. ]

[ luke laughs at himself, rubbing his face with his hand. ] All this time I spent stressing over the fact I lost your damn otter, it was never meant to last in the first place?