Room 308, Tuesday afternoon

[smartestone]

Hermione's received another letter from Hogwarts, and Pigwidgeon is apparently trying to drown himself in a glass of juice while she reads- occasionally looking up to make sure he isn't drowning himself.


Dear Hermione,

Everything happening here is something I can't really talk about. Well, except that Umbridge, the Hogwarts High Inquisitor, has been going around and checking on everyone's classes. She sacked Trelawney. Yes, I am saying this knowing Umbridge might see it. The old bat.

Without that, there's not much more to tell you. Your package for the house elves was received, and the box was left in the common room for them, and the twins took the food to the kitchen and I assume they didn't steal it all for themselves. Though I think I should tell you, the knitted socks seem to be a smash. A couple of people are looing at them strangely, though, which might be because they're apparently not socks. I asked how they knew that and they wouldn't tell me. Anyway, if you can send more, the twins have requested a batch. I'm not going to ask why.

I'll talk to you soon.

Love,
Ginny


Hermione isn't sure she wants to know.

[Openish. Will be out for a little while, back afterwards.]

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[the_merriest]

Rikku nods. "I wonder if that's why things are so odd here. Maybe different dimensions have different logic to them. Like physics and all that. And these aren't the same as ours, so it all just seems weird."

[smartestone]

"I like it, though," Hermione says. "It's not that different from what I'm used to. And that's quite a change from the Muggle world in itself. Is it very different for you?"

[the_merriest]

"It really is," she says. "Not because of the dimension thing, I don't think. It's more everything else. Your dead stay dead. There are machina - I mean machines - everywhere, and plenty of books about them. And no one's said anything mean about me being an Al Bhed."

She lapses into silence, not sure how to explain it really.

[smartestone]

"Good change, or bad?" she wonders. The last thing sounds bad, yes.

[the_merriest]

Rikku hugs her knees. "There's hope here. I mean, we had hope, but we kind of had cracks of hope that you stick to and keep smiling 'cause it's all you've got. Maybe someone can beat Sin. Maybe we'll win the game this year. Maybe that guy's kids made it to the Farplane and aren't roaming around as fiends."

She shakes her head. "Things were starting to change, back home I mean, but you can't undo a thousand years in three months. You just can't."

[smartestone]

"You'll get there," she says. "I'm sure of it." She's not really, but she'd rather stay optimistic.

[the_merriest]

Rikku smiles. "I hope so. I mean, the Al Bhed thing is changing, kinda. And we beat Sin. We just don't know where to go from here."

"Kinda why I'm here." She shrugs. "What about you?"

[smartestone]

"I'm here because it's supposed to be normal. I'm very glad it isn't," she says.

[the_merriest]

Rikku chuckles at that. "I kinda like the weirdness, too. Although not so much you being a lichen-thing. I'm glad you're better."

[smartestone]

"So am I," she says, and wow does she mean it. "Thank you."