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I haven't the slightest clue why I was brought to...? [What does she even call this place? A forest? A paradise? She doesn't feel entirely settled with calling her new surroundings the latter. Something is definitely off. After all, hadn't she been in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts a moment ago?

Crossing her arms over her chest, she presses her lips together, a determined glint in her eyes.]

My name is Hermione Granger and I know for a fact that I did not choose to come here. Nor did I choose to have wings fastened onto my back.

[That part is quite curious. Bringing her somewhere against her will is one thing, but attaching wings to her back without her realizing it is another. She wonders if she had been rendered unconscious for awhile.]

Is there any way to rid myself of them? They are...cumbersome. [Not to mention they make her feel like a walking target.

She lowers her voice and adds in an undertone:] It's a shame Luna didn't come with me. This seems like something out of The Quibbler.

[Rolling her shoulders to relieve some tension, she exhales.]

I have a number of questions for anyone who has the time. I've tried to speak to the villagers, but they're not terribly... [animate] ...helpful. I wonder if they're under some spell?

[Hermione shakes her head and shifts from foot to foot.]

I would sincerely appreciate any aid. Thank you.

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The wings are cooler than cool, right? Who has wings slapped on their back like it's nothing? Someday I want to find out how they pull off the whole wing job thing.

[But anyway, moving on.]

I dunno what other people have been saying to ya' or whatever buuut if you still have any questions you can throw 'em over this way Hermione! I'll totally do my best to answer them all.

I would like to know how they managed it in the first place. [And without her knowledge.] I can't think of a spell or a - [She holds her tongue and shakes her head.] Never mind.

I have one that has yet to be answered: why were we brought here?

Probably some sort of crazy automatic wing-adder that they set on you when you're asleep! Or some magical-techno thing. Anyway, onto your question!

[Give her a moment as she pulls up the guide on her journal and talks in a very posh sounding tone of voice.]

The Malnosso have brought you here inside this big ol' barrier, which we can't escape from, for the sake of experimentation, some sort of war is going on with some guys called the Third Party, blah blah blah, done.

I sincerely hope it was a spell! [Otherwise...nightmares. Lots and lots of nightmares!] I don't want to imagine something undressing me and - [She visibly shudders, grimacing.]

Wait, wait wait. Who are the Malnosso and who are the Third Party?

Who said anything about undress-- Oooh yeaaah, the little white numbers you get stuck in when you first arrive... Yup, that's probably when they jam the wings on there! Strip you naked and wingify you!

[Even if that isn't the most pleasant of images Pascal just takes it all in stride.]

The Malnosso Organization are the guys who dragged everyone here and dropped us in this enclosure. They have leaders, CEOs, kinda like a businessy type of deal. The Third Party apparently want us all dead whilst the Malnosso want us alive... Man, this guide is like half info and half drama/action novel!

I...have numbers? [She blinks, utterly perplexed.] I'd really rather not think about that. [The mere idea of a stranger - nonhuman or not doesn't really matter - seeing her without clothes is enough to make her want to hide under a rock.] They don't give us any privacy, do they?

[That last question is more rhetorical.]

Why did the Malnosso Organization bring us here if they knew the Third Party wants us dead? Wouldn't us staying in our home worlds be safer?

Yeah, you know, the frilly little dresses all the gals get landed in whilst the guys get pants! Oh, and I guess the number dealys on the back of your neck too. [And to think she almost forgot about the barcodes.] Nope! It's a total privacy invasion, they're always watchin' you. Even in the bathroom!

[Too bad the concept of rhetorical questions goes right past her.]

Beats me! Seems like the Mal-guys didn't want us anywhere near the fighting buuut stuff happened and people started getting drafted! Here, I'll hook you up with all the info, better to show ya' than me just telling you.

[Soon a link to the guide will be up on Hermione's journal.]

... [This is a lot to take in. Not that she hasn't noticed the dress - it didn't seem all that important - but she has actual numbers on the back of her neck?!]

They brand us?! [Her voice rises uncomfortably.] This is just - ! [Now she's mad.] Even teenage boys have better manners!

[She calms down enough to read the guide, leaning against a tree.]

I d-don't - [Her voice breaks.] This isn't fair. [Those words are said softly, tiredly.] The war is over. Are you telling me I have to fight another one?

If you want to look at it that way sure, branded like a banana! [Does that makes sense? Eh. The entire time she's speaking her voice seems to remain incredibly upbeat and cheerful.] You kiddin'? Teenage boys have awesome manners, Little Bro is like the chief of manners! And Richard is a prince so he has to be all regal, part of the job!

[Hmm.]

Whoah now, it could be waaay worse than just getting stuck smack-dab in some war. Kinda sucks you were off in some other war and now you're over here, but hey, you have an advantage over all those war newbies out there!

[Always look on the bright side~]

We're not fruit. [What is she even arguing?] We're people with rights!

[She sighs and brushes her hair out of her face.]

It was a figure of speech.

[Hermione stares at her journal, biting the inside of her cheek. Getting mad at this girl or breaking down won't do her any good. She needs to stay focused, find shelter, find food, get some sleep and then tackle her new slew of problems.]

I didn't catch your name? [Changing the subject like a boss.]

People with the rights to eat bananas! And banana pie too, banana anything in fact. It would be a real bummer if there was some sort of banana ban here.

[So she kinda likes bananas. A lot. Figure-a-what now? What's that?]

Wow, looks like I skipped the intros over here. The name's Pascal, it's nice to meetcha!

... [Was that even the point? Hermione can only gape at that answer and frown.]

...hello, Pascal. How long have you been here? [And why do you like bananas so much?]

[Bananas look like valkines! Which are essentially these huge energy storing curvy things that stick out of the ground.

It's a totally legit reason okay.]

Lemme see... About three days? Buuut past-me was here before a year and four months ago so technically I've been here for who-even-knows how long!

[Hermione has never encountered a valkine. Though I'm sure she would be intrigued if she did see one.]

Do you have memories of that time before?

Nuh uh, I was asked all sortsa questions about the last time I was here though. I tried really hard to remember, brain numbingly hard! Buuut nope. Zip, nada.

Heeey, maybe you've been here before too! Know anyone who rings any bells in your head or something like that?

From what I've heard, that seems to be a normal reaction. Someone said when we go home, all of our memories of Luceti are erased.

[Now that's an interesting question. Hermione looks a little startled before giving it adequate thought]

...no, I...don't think so.

That's what I heard too! But some people can remember their time here in the past, all your old memories return like fwoosh. [It's just a shame she isn't getting that fwooshy feeling herself.]

Sounds like you're kinda unsure about that! Maybe you'll run into an old friend you had here and everything will come rushing back like a ton of bricks.

So it varies? [What is going on with this place?] I thought perhaps they - the Malnosso - had a reason for keeping past events quiet, especially if someone goes home. But I suppose they don't.

[She doesn't look convinced.] I remember everything leading up to arriving here and none of it involved being here before.

Seems like it! Guess I got unlucky and there's nothing coming back to the ol' brain about what was going on last time I was here. I think your mind still gets wiped if you go home though! It's just when you show up here again you start rememberin'.

[It would probably help if she read over the part of the guide that talks about arriving in Luceti again. Meh.]

Guess you're on the same boat as me. Welcome to the S.S.Can't-Remember!

I don't think it matters terribly much either way. If I have friends here, they can fill me in. If I don't then that's fine too. [And a bit easier. She would feel guilty if someone had been missing her.]

Would you like to work together? We could work together and figure out Luceti twice as fast.

Sounds like a plan, I'm all for it! Ain't no secrets going to be left to uncover once we've gone over everything in double time.

Sooo how do you want to do this anyway? Might want to wait a bit if you're still out there in the forest.

That's the hope. [Even if it seems rather impossible.]

Yes. Let me get settled and I'll contact you when I'm ready. [She needs a shower desperately and sleep. Oh...and food. The last time she ate was in Hogsmeade and she hadn't even finished that sandwich.]

Is that alright with you?

Fine by me! I'll be waitin' until you're all comfy cozy, then we can go out and explore all the cool stuff they have here.

Catch you later Hermione! [Her face screws up into a smile before she flips the journal shut.]

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