[ if he can, he'll try and find away around introducing hermione to his cows. they're gossips — they talk more than they listen. although they've gotten better at regurgitating their information without properly being inspired by birds anymore, they're still annoying. and he knows they'll bother him for weeks if he's to introduce them to hermione — and he knows they'll start writing their own play. introducing them to shakespeare is one of his biggest regrets for the month. ]
[ he already knows there's no way he's going to get around it. ]
[ he looks up at her, brows furrowing slightly, ] It's a joke. You never seen Indiana Jones in action? [ then he remembers she's hermione granger. quietly — and with affection, his lips curving upward — he mutters, ] Right, you're you.
[ pulling the strap of his back over his arm, he turns to her, adjusting it with his hand. ] Does this mean I'm going to have to pick locks the old fashioned mortal way? [ not that it isn't exciting to use his hands, but luke's gotten a little lazy with his work these days. being able to unlock locks by the sheer power of his will and knowing how to just sense the mechanisms inside has been thrilling to hone and harness. but he's forgotten the basics, letting that slide. maybe that's partially why he's excited to go to redgate. to be rendered mortal and see how much of a hermes kid he still is — to see who he is, without the glamour of being a demigod — is scary as much as it is thrilling. ]
[ but he doesn't particularly want this to become too serious. he's a natural jokester, wanting to prank those who have made a situation a little too dull. but he's also been a survivor, one who has used his abilities and natural talents given to him by a mortal mother that he doesn't mind sharing in good company. it's a portion of himself he keeps locked up, the fact he's been alone for so long he had bypassed being a proper kid and taking care of himself at the age of nine by being a warrior like achilles himself. his lips curve upward, ] I've heard a lot about this blood granite. Maybe I should teach you how to use your hairpins so a guy with a joke of a name like that can't get the one-up on the brightest witch of her age.
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[ he already knows there's no way he's going to get around it. ]
[ he looks up at her, brows furrowing slightly, ] It's a joke. You never seen Indiana Jones in action? [ then he remembers she's hermione granger. quietly — and with affection, his lips curving upward — he mutters, ] Right, you're you.
[ pulling the strap of his back over his arm, he turns to her, adjusting it with his hand. ] Does this mean I'm going to have to pick locks the old fashioned mortal way? [ not that it isn't exciting to use his hands, but luke's gotten a little lazy with his work these days. being able to unlock locks by the sheer power of his will and knowing how to just sense the mechanisms inside has been thrilling to hone and harness. but he's forgotten the basics, letting that slide. maybe that's partially why he's excited to go to redgate. to be rendered mortal and see how much of a hermes kid he still is — to see who he is, without the glamour of being a demigod — is scary as much as it is thrilling. ]
[ but he doesn't particularly want this to become too serious. he's a natural jokester, wanting to prank those who have made a situation a little too dull. but he's also been a survivor, one who has used his abilities and natural talents given to him by a mortal mother that he doesn't mind sharing in good company. it's a portion of himself he keeps locked up, the fact he's been alone for so long he had bypassed being a proper kid and taking care of himself at the age of nine by being a warrior like achilles himself. his lips curve upward, ] I've heard a lot about this blood granite. Maybe I should teach you how to use your hairpins so a guy with a joke of a name like that can't get the one-up on the brightest witch of her age.