un: man's greatest treasure (video)

[reparo]

[-- a scramble of images: sky, trees, rooftops. And noise: flapping of wings, birds cawing, and in the distance, for those who recognise her voice, Hermione Granger yelling-]

Give that back! I don't want to hurt y - ow, you little - Accio communicator.

[Whatever projects image with the communication talismans/crystals/what-have-you goes decidedly zoooom as it gets yanked, bird holding it in its beak and all, back into Hermione's outstretched hand. She wrestles it out of the beak, and sends the mad bird flying with a shielding spell, on camera.

Then finally, harried and disheveled, her face appears in the video in full glory: the scratches at the edge of her face, and neck, and the mad look. It melts into concern, when she notices the device is transmitting.]

Oh - balls. [A sigh.] There's something wrong with the birds. They've been attacking all morning - and no, these aren't mine. I've seen farmers try to chase them from the crops, so everyone please be aware.

[ooc; LET'S GO PLOT, LET'S GO.]

Comments

[scrapgege]

It might be something else. You look... well, sort of foreign compared to them.

[For once, he and his robes kind of fit in.]

[reparo]

I've been trying to blend in, as far as clothing style goes. But - you know what, fair.

[It's the hair, isn't it?]

[scrapgege]

[I mean, the hair, the eyes, the skintone...]

They're acting really strange with everything they consider foreign or other, so it's not surprising... yet they don't mind dragging us into their business, weirdly.