video; man's greatest treasure (after the blood rains stop)

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[The video isn't accidental this time, and focuses on Hermione - her face rosy-cheeked and smiling, actually smiling.


To the observant eye, one can tell she's in the old, dilapidated house that some people used during the final battle in Hatthevar as a sort of refuge. (It's the Macarena house.)]

Friends - ah, I've been thinking all day what I'd say to us all after a battle as final and difficult and hard as this one. I didn't get to say this to my friends back home, I didn't get the chance to say this to Harry, but...here goes.

Well done. You did your best, and you somehow saved the day. Look at this place. Look at this world! I know the beacons are being repaired, so it's still sometime before we leave but I think we could say we're leaving it better than we found it?

[Like it's hard. She lets out a tiny laugh.]

Also, I think - and I'm not taking any feedback on this - that I've earned myself this.

[The view focuses on the floor, where she is sitting currently, and specifically on a half-empty bottle of wine. Hermione gone wild.]

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No chickens would come willing.

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We may yet overcome this tragedy.

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At ease. Chickens only required to wed.

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...how?

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A nuptial gift. Good fortune.

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...we should find you chickens.

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Or put you to rest.

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But I wish for your good fortune!

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Hermione.

Chickens, gifted to one's bride.

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...oh - then no chickens.

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Unless you wish to... secure a bride upon return?


( Is there something he must know. )

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[She bursts out laughing.]

Oh god, no. No, the most I aspire to secure when back is a nap.

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And your friends. Family.

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Goes without saying. [softly now,] Being away from them for so long has felt like missing a limb - a vital one. But I can't bring myself to think about saying goodbye to some people here.

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Perhaps not 'goodbye,' but 'until paths next cross.'

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... Is that what the chickens were about?! But you kept giving me cocks!

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Creatures of same species.

[weifinder]

Cocks don't lay eggs!

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You yet enjoyed them fattened.

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I was very confused but you were also very cute while drunk and insistent, I accept no blame for that! Or I accept all the blame.

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Then, do not complain.

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Good lord.

[weifinder]

So he thinks, but he's really not a good lord if he's drunkenly stuffing cocks into my arms!

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Oh my God.

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Then he wanders off! Carves his name into things! Fights unreasonably well! He's a menace of a drunk, that I'll remind you of, and the cocks have been confusing for a long time! Especially when he's been so concerned about them being fat enough.

( A pause as he remembers: )

Maybe it was finally hens in Taravast?