hermione granger, seventeen years of age. muggle born wizard and proud. - intelligence is the ability to adapt to change
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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No magic? Gee, I wonder how the Weasleys' are going to survive, Ron can hardly figure out how to work the washing machine. Honestly, if the lot is scurrying around here somewhere, I should track them down before they electrocute themselves or worse, burn the place down.
You’re not at Hogwarts anymore, but the kitchen is in the same place practically. There’s no magic though.
#hi jules!#should we rp it so that she's aware that she has a daughter or not?#hermione's 17 as of now sooo
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Well, yes. I am aware of that, I was simply just stating that the location change is quite odd due to my lack of familiarity with this mansion.
Well, the location of a room can change, depending on the building. Not all buildings have a similar structure.
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I distinctively remember the library being on the third floor in Hogwarts, yet here it's the fifth. It's going take some time to get accustomed to this place.
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Feet I would understand - you could be a merperson. Or a selkie or a merrow, but you don't sound Irish, so that's ruled out. But hands? I don't think there's anything in the wizarding world that fits your description and I would know, considering I've read all the books of creatures from top to bottom. What are you?
This is impossible! I have hands and feet…
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I'm sorry to hear that you're going through a rough time, I've been through many, many of those myself. I thought this mansion would be a change of scenery but apparently not, people are still struggling. I guess you can't really escape from your past, can you? Would you like to talk about it? I'm afraid I might not be too much help considering I've just arrived, but I'm willing to lend an ear.
Y’know, I’ve seen a lot of scary things in my life. Out of everything, this should be the last of them. But I’ve always been afraid of being alone. I don’t belong here, so don’t fucking tell me I should be taking this lightly ‘cause I’m not. I can’t. I was wrong.
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With a gun? Bloody hell, I haven't come in contact with one of those in ages. I'm sure there's another alternative, like taking pills to lessen the pain. Besides, it's not the brain itself, there aren't any pain receptors in there but still, not the best way to cure the illness.
I feel like shooting myself in an attempt to get this headache to fuck off
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No, but I'm working on it. Best bet is that Fred and George are behind all this, but this isn't a menial task, getting so many others under one roof. There's no way they could've done this without some sort of help from a high level wizard.
So has no one figured out why we’re here yet? I’ve given up.
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