un: man's greatest treasure [text]

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[While on the boat ride from hell, there's a point in the first night where Hermione decides what the hell, for morale.]

I have mint leaves for anyone who is sea-sick, so please reach out if you would like some. I can float them to your boat. Chewing on peppermint would've been better, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[There is a pause on her end here, before she writes out the rest:]

For whoever is holding the candles lit, if you are having trouble staying awake or keeping calm, maybe we can exchange stories. Surely if we whisper into our pendants...

Oh, one more thing! Does anyone know how to change the display name on these bloody things?

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2/3 - hermione decides to be a story teller now

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About six years ago or so, three friends who were attending the same boarding school together (magical) found themselves out of their common rooms after curfew. The school they were in, it had magical staircases that shifted and moved while you tried to climb up or down them, and though the headmaster of said school had declared the third floor to be off-limits to first year students, these little school kids - eleven years old, barely - found themselves at the a big, locked door in the middle of said third floor, because a staircase changed mid-climb.

Out of fear of being caught outside and punished (or expelled!) the witch cast a spell to unlock the big door, and our heroes fled inside.

In the dark, they waited until the patrolling Prefects and the terrible caretaker of the school were no longer on patrol.

At least, that was the plan. That they would wait, in silence, their little hearts beating wildly at the narrow escape, their breathing heavy.