un: man's greatest treasure [text]

[reparo]

[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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money plz

[reparo]

Oh - thank you, Emilia. I've a talent for reading up and raising my hand in class, but I've met a lot of spellcasters that are much better than me.

That said, yes. Even at the time, it did - I was all stress and outrage. It feels a lot harder to produce one here, but I suppose I stubbornly cling to those memories.

[valeas]

Rage can be powerful fuel, I've found.
And so can memory. May it never leave you.

( she'd give nearly anything to have all of her own memories back. )

Why an otter, do you think?

[reparo]

[oof, memories leaving someone - she knows something about that.]

It must be my playful personality.

[/SARCASM]

[valeas]

( she laughs, though she tries to do so very quietly. )

You know, I can see it.
Plus, they've sharp claws.

( no matter how cute they look. )

[reparo]

Oh, thank you. I try.