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video; man's greatest treasure (after the blood rains stop)
[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.]
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.]
no subject
Goes down smooth, and that's what matters!
( There's been some rough rough stuff to drink over the last few years. )
Cup sized bowls? Like lower teacups, with no handle?
( Lily and Hermione both have introduced him to the idea of teacups in their particular usages, so he has a baseline to compare.
Teacups of alcohol. It's all fair. Though as her own offer, her own bringing up of the memory potion hits, his shoulders relax, and his features settle into a softened, smiling version of his usual cheer. )
Miss Hermione, we'd both be honoured. Beyond honoured. The both of us... we want to remember. Everything.
( Which is not strictly... kind. It's painful. It hurts. It's wonderful. It's beautiful. It's bloody.
He wouldn't give up a moment of what he recalls of the last few years for all but the return of those who can never come back — and after resurrection becoming a reality he intimately participates in here? No. He wouldn't wish that on them either, not the horror of recalling their own deaths, not the binds that tie. )