“Well,” she said, “I’m back.”
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“Well,” she said, “I’m back.”
So...hi. I wanted to let you all know that I am sloooooowly easing my way back into the world of rp. I’m not back on Hermione yet (I doubt I will be returning to her any time soon I’m sorry I just can’t yet) but I wanted to give a heads-up that I’m over here at the moment, and hoping to eventually ease back into some other characters but for now I’m...returning to my roots, I guess you would call it? Anyway you all are wonderful, and I do miss you, and I’m working on it. Thank you for all the wonderful threads and ideas and general nonsense!
THE FIERCER THE FLAME THE FASTER IT BURNS OUT a new Marlene McKinnon indie rp
(your muse is dead) "Oh shit, oh shit, how am I going to tell Sirius I'm the one who killed his brother? Fuck. I mean I know he was on the--you know--a Death Eater and all but... shit. He's still his brother. I didn't mean to... you know. Shit. How do you phrase that kind of apology? Fuck." [mckinninnon]
[You send the notification yourself with an embossed envelope + stationary set with an appropriately morbid handkerchief, bouquet of loathing/regret optional]
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{OOC Post: All right gang, I’m back on tumblr, but I’m not ready to face Hermione yet. I’ve decided to try something new that I’ve never done before: Marlene McKinnon. You can come find me there, and once again I apologize for dropping everything with Hermione and everybody else. Maybe this will help me ease my way back into them, but for now: it’s just Marlene.}
OOC POST: I don’t know that I’m every going to be able to come back and play Hermione again. Certainly it won’t be for a very long time, if ever. My cat, Merlin, is dead, and I just can’t face any of it right now. I’m sorry. I’m also sorry for not explaining sooner why I vanished and leaving you all hanging without word.
As an apology, here is a picture of the adorable precious baby:
Kiersey Clemons as Hermione Granger
Psst!
Canon/Post War (some are from Trans only others are expanded)
She’s really got a thing about tiny cocks, man, you should really ask her about that (to Ron, probably a bit drunk)
She’s quite interested in my pants. And yours. Mine was the surprise, yours were expected. Say, have you found any of yours missing? (Also to Ron)
She’s going to turn into a NEWT if she talks about them one more time!
I heard she shipped her parents off to Australia. Doesn’t she know that the animals there are almost as bad as Death Eaters? …wait… did she ever bring them back?
Hermione ? Yeah her hair can eat small children.
Her animagus form is Crookshanks.
I think I once asked her how to dispose a body and she told me. Which shouldn’t make you afraid of me but weary of her, really. It was only like a five step program.
The Prophet thinks that Ron’s dick is magic and Hermione is pregnant. Oh. She is? Well, I hope to god it’s not with triplets or else it’s entirely right and I’ll have to reassess my judgement on the news again.
I mean we could work int he same office if you wanted to thin whats left of our Hogwarts year a little more.
We have a mutual understanding of shared mortification–where I laugh and she wants to die.
Seamus mock gasped at her, might have been more grumpy about it if things had been different but Seamus wasn’t really even sure when Hermione even heard of such a thing. Or how. Or that Hermione would even feel right making such a crass sort of ‘joke’. As it was he sat up a little bit more and said, “Why Hermione how would you know there aren’t things there? Snuck into the quidditch lockers back at Hogwarts?–Daring of you.”
It also helped that she was so terribly horrified at the cauldron comment “Luckily Dean is quite good at encouraging things that aren’t there. And things that are there. And things that could be there” He grinned wickedly at her, “But perhaps don’t say that sort to Dean, yeah?”
Or perhaps she’d had too much to drink, because now she was just confused. “What on earth would I need to have sneaked into the Quidditch lockers to--” Realization dawned and came with flaming red cheeks. “Oh my god!” she squeaked, “I meant best qualities and good habits, that you haven’t got any of those! It was a joke about -- oh god it was not a joke about the -- the size of your p-penis!” She was going to die, she was going to die, she was going to die. She buried her face in her glass in order to hide from him, from the room, from the whole world at large -- which probably didn’t help in the long run because it meant she drank more and right now she probably needed less...or a lot, lot more!
“I don’t want to know what you’re talking about and I don’t want to know what Dean is good at encouraging oh my god please do not tell me any more things about you and Dean and your -- your tiny cock or whatever oh god!” She was definitely going to die. She couldn’t wait to see the tombstone: HERE LIES HERMIONE GRANGER, WAR HERO AND TOP OF HER CLASS, FELLED BY MORTAL MORTIFICATION. She’d die of shame if she wouldn’t be dead already.
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Dean looked up from his book, already trying to think of a way to phrase his response that wasn’t completely horrible. Still, it irked him. Really irked him.
“As someone who– Did you really just come all the way over here to remind me that I’ve faced prejudice? Because it’s not like I forget that, you know. And, usually, on the rare occasion that I do, someone is usually all too keen to remind me.”
He signed, rubbing his thumb and forefinger over the bridge of his nose. Her heart was in the right place, he reminded himself. She just didn’t have the first frigging clue how to go about it.
“Look, I will take one of your little badges, because I can’t abide slavery anymore than anyone else should be able to, but can you maybe not use the fact that ‘I’ve faced prejudice’ as a conversation starter ever again? Because, if you do, I really will have to do something horrible.”
Hermione’s smile fell off her face so fast it might have seen a basilisk. She actually took a step back, more shocked than if he’d slapped her. “I wasn’t -- that isn’t what I -- I was just -- well I meant--” she stammered, her voice quiet now. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks. “Of course I -- I wasn’t-- you’re missing the, the point...”
She shoved a badge at him without asking for the accompanying ‘donation to the cause’ and shrilled, “I’m just trying to do something to help! You don’t have to be a jerk about it!” before turning on her heel to flee, her face flaming. She was pretty sure she could hear people snickering behind her.
Heroism | Closed Para
“Well, you already told him that we’re going to the Cup, yeah?” Ron asked, amazed if she hadn’t. “What else is there to tell him? Besides, Quidditch will never go away. Ever. And Sirius clearly knows that.”
He rolled his eyes. “Can you please just call the ruddy thing Pig? I don’t know what in the hell Ginny was playing at, but that name is just awful.” He brightened at the idea of getting to play chess, though. “Really? You’ll play? That’s brilliant!”
The trick with being really good at something, was getting people to continue to do it with you even after you’d beaten them a trillion times. Still, Hermione would play even when Harry wouldn’t, and that was excellent.
“Let’s meet down by the pond, yeah? It’s far enough away from the house that the evil hoardes will probably leave us alone and it’s really nice down there when it’s warm out like this.”
Hermione sighed and ignored his talk about Quidditch. “I think it’s a lovely name,” she retorted loyally, “and a lovely little owl. And ‘Pig’ is a terrible nickname so I’m not going to use it.” She tossed her bushy hair. “I will meet you down by the pond, though. I’ve been practicing a bug-repelling charm that I can try-out on us, if you like.” That last part was said a little hesitantly; she knew that the Ministry couldn’t monitor magic done in a wizarding house and Ron had spent ages assuring her that his mother’s standing rules regarding underage magic was, “If I can’t see it it’s not happening,” so they could get away with a bit, but Hermione didn’t like the idea of breaking the law...even if it wasn’t fair that Muggle-born students couldn’t practice spells over break and those with magical parents could. “Or we could just bring one of your mum’s...statues.” Molly had a collection of charmed objects that were designed for simple tasks that made life on a farm easier, such as repelling biting insects; the problem was that most of the small knickknacks were just flat-out unfortunate looking.
“Anyway, I’ll go get Pig...widgeon and meet you down there.”
Okay, I just realized Voldemort didn’t just plan to kill Harry in Book 4
In all other cases except the Triwizard cup, portkeys only go one way at one specific time. Touching them again does not activate them to return to their place of origin. Also, when Harry grabs the cup a second time, it does not return him to the middle of the maze. It takes him to the entrance of the maze, in front of everyone.
Therefore, when Crouch Jr. (as Moody) bewitched the cup, he planned to have it take anyone who touched it first to the graveyard, then to the front of the maze.The cup was probably supposed to be a portkey to take the winner to the front of the maze anyway, so they wouldn’t have to try to fight their way out again.
Voldemort obviously planned to kill Harry. He had to. That was the whole point; to kill Harry in front of all his Death Eaters, all the ones who had deserted him and doubted his power to return.
There’s the possibility that he wanted to send Harry’s body back, either to divert suspicion somehow or to intentionally flout his victory in Dumbledore’s face. Except Voldemort had promised his precious Nagini several times she could eat Harry, and it seemed like a promise Voldemort was going to keep.
So who was meant to take that return trip?
Voldemort could use it as a ticket into Hogwarts for a surprise attack, but he’s freshly reborn, his Death Eaters are 13 years out of practice, and there’s a flock of powerful wizards there for the Triwizard. That would be an idiotic move.
Or what if Harry—or someone who looked like him—had returned to Hogwarts as if nothing had happened in that maze? As the victor of the Triwizard Tournament AND the Boy Who Lived, Harry would be able to go anywhere and do anything. Everyone trusts him.
Two words: POLYJUICE POTION.
There was one Death Eater already waiting at Hogwarts who had very carefully been spending a whole year getting to know Harry, watching his every movement: Barty Crouch Jr.
So here was Voldemort’s complete plan: Use Barty Crouch Jr. to infiltrate Hogwarts as Moody. He gets to know Harry and sets him up to be selected for and eventually to win the Triwizard Tournament. He makes sure Harry touches the cup first. Harry is then transported to the graveyard where Voldemort is waiting. Voldemort uses Harry to rise, calls his Death Eaters to him, and then humiliates and kills the Boy Who Lived in front of them.
Then Voldemort strips Harry’s body, takes his hair, and transforms into him (or else has one of his DE’s do this—but really, who would he pick? Lucius is an idiot, Bellatrix is still in jail, and he believes Snape has deserted him). He then takes the cup and goes to Hogwarts as Harry. Later that night, Moody disappears, and Crouch takes Voldemort’s place as Harry Potter. Then, when the moment is right, Voldemort-Harry or Crouch-Harry will assassinate Dumbledore (incidentally gaining the power of the Elder Wand, though he wouldn’t know it), stage a coup of Hogwarts, and take over the wizarding world.
Heck, he/they might not even drop their disguise as Harry. The wizarding world has faced Voldemort as an enemy before, but if their savior Harry Potter suddenly turned out to be just as powerful a Dark Lord as He Who Must Not Be Named? It would be a far scarier prospect than simply dealing with Voldemort’s return.
It solves the problem of why Voldemort went to such lengths to get Harry through the Triwizard, when there were far easier ways to capture him: Voldemort didn’t just need Harry’s blood; he needed Harry as the world’s hero.
And all that time in Hogwarts would give Voldemort time to search for a relic of Godric Gryffindor, the one founder he never made a horcrux from.
Of course, none of this could have worked because Voldemort could never in a million years fool Ron or Hermione or Dumbledore, not even for a minute. But there’s Voldemort’s greatest weakness again—he doesn’t understand love.
You’re welcome.
Seamus couldn’t help but roar with laughter a little more. The look on her face, the fluttering hands. It was fantastic–because it was so much response for what he viewed as so little.
“’Course he does. Like a proper…” Seamus stumbled a moment, just not used to the phrasing yet. “Boyfriend he encourages all my best qualities and good habits. I can talk about wands all I want–just can’t take them for a test, if you get my meaning.”
Not that he would, but it was fun to toy with anyway. “Or cauldrons, I suppose.”
At least he was amused. Hermione gave him a withering glare that she was sure would only make Seamus laugh harder, but she gave it anyway -- on principle. Her lips twitched at the slight hitch in his smooth patter; she could sympathize because it had taken her a while to get used to calling Ron something other than friend, too -- and it had only been when she noticed (well, when Harry had pointed it out anyway) that he was hurt that she wasn’t referring to him as her boyfriend yet that she’d realized she wasn’t -- but after having so much fun at her expense, didn’t Seamus deserve some in return?
“I suppose boyfriends should encourage one another,” Hermione began, stressing the word on purpose, “although I’m not sure how much luck Dean’s going to have encouraging things that aren’t there--” and then the meaning of his quip about wands and cauldrons sank in and her face twisted with horror.
“Oh my god,” she said. “That’s...that’s horrifying. Please tell me people don’t -- don’t actually call...oh god they do don’t they?” She needed another drink.
♀: What is an AU, you really want to play with your muse?
response to this meme
ALL OF THEM.
No but seriously I love AUs so -- all of them. In particular I am currently in love with both of the “Voldemort won” AUs Blood Will Tell and Dark As Mud, and with this weird Faerie Thing that @proditori cooked-up, and this Steampunky Thing Where Narcissa is a Sky-Pirate Captain that we did ages ago that really doesn’t have a spot in it for Hermione but I don’t care and also this “I can’t answer a question simply” No Troll AU that I would love to play something in sometime just because, and also @defiantcharms‘s Grindewald Thing and I just saw a post that I’m about to reblog that I really want also involving Voldemort’s “Triwizard Tournament” plot actually working and...and basically I will default back to my original answer of all of them.
♫: Is there any kind of muse, you cannot play?♯: Is there any kind of muse, you would like to play, but don’t dare? Why?
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♫: Is there any kind of muse you cannot play?
Normal ones!
I mean that’s the glib answer but -- in all honesty it’s true. Somebody like say, James Potter or Cormac McLaggen? I wouldn’t even know how to begin playing the “popular blustery jock boy” thing. Ginny is a little different because her “normal” is more surface; she’s got more twists to her and not just because Tom Riddle once lived inside her soul. But she’s probably the outer limit of how close to a “normal person” I can get with a character. Which is not to say that I couldn’t take a character who is generally regarded as “normal” and put a twist on them to let me latch-on -- I’ve written enough bios for characters like that for games I’ve built and gone “ooh they’d be fun!” after to know that -- but then they’re not so much “that kind” any more are they? And that works better with characters we don’t know as well, like Lavender Brown or someone like her, who can more easily be adjusted and expanded with extra backstory, etc. But see, I never understood normal people? So how could I possibly play them?
(And if I’m playing a Hufflepuff, they have to be the “loyalty verging on fanaticism” type, not the “sweet and friendly” kind -- learned that by experience and while I had fun with the latter, it only worked because I was simultaneously playing Draco Malfoy and could get my snark out that way, and she was more like a secondary little thing than a proper full character anyway.)
♯: Is there any kind of muse you would like to play but don’t dare? Why?
Hmmmm....no?
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