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

[reparo]

[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.]

Comments

[weifinder]

Cocks don't lay eggs!

[downswing]

You yet enjoyed them fattened.

[weifinder]

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.

[downswing]

Then, do not complain.

[weifinder]

We had to leave the last lot behind! Now we're flush with buns!

[downswing]

Some more than others.

[weifinder]

Who walked the girls and ended up giving us grandbuns?

[downswing]

They manage, unattended.

[weifinder]

Of course they do, I hardly imagine you were surprised by baby bunnies because you supervised their making!

[downswing]

I did not watch.

[weifinder]

Which is exactly how it happened!

Are you prepared for sending off grown children into their marriages? It's a little like that, I imagine.

[downswing]

...no.

[weifinder]

I'll hold you when you get lonely after they're off in their married lives, ah?

[downswing]

...not soft. Instead, bony. Cold.

[weifinder]

What, so mean, so rude! I've gained weight! And I'm very warm, thank you.

[downswing]

A liar.

[weifinder]

( he gasps! )

You finally are honest with yourself!

[downswing]

...Wei Ying. I shall miss them.

[weifinder]

I know. I will too.

[reparo]

Why are you haunting my post with a conversation of what cocks you enjoy?

[weifinder]

I have no idea, he doesn't even eat meat!

[reparo]

...[G R O A N.]

Where's Licyn when you need someone to explain double entendres?

[bravelyrunsaway]

Keeping well out of marital spats, love, unless I'm being invited in.

Though they certainly enjoy talking about their fine cocks of days past, don't they?

[reparo]

[she's snorted so hard she has wine coming out of her nostrils.]

And how fat they were.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Must be so thin these days, but I hardly see that as a failing, there are ways to fatten them up again.

( he did wince in sympathy though, that uh, that had to burn, and his nose is not something he enjoys feeling like it burns! )