Room 308, Saturday evening

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Hermione is studying, and not thinking too much about roommates disappearing till late, or sending off any letters at all. At least until she hears the knocking at the window, and has to open it for a little owl, who drops a letter just inside the room before flying away again. She scrambles to pick it up, turning it over to see if it's from them. It can't be. Not already. Unless they just turned her down flat...

It's Harry's writing on the envelope, so any disappointment she felt at not hearing from the Ministry yet is quickly pushed aside by the fact that he actually wrote to her.


Dear Hermione,

I'm not sure if this will get to you before The Prophet. Before you say anything, no, I'm not endangering anyone by sending this. I'm being really careful. Umbridge is off her nut. One of Cho's friends snitched on us and the DA's done. Dumbledore took the blame and he's left Hogwarts, and now Umbridge is in charge of the school. Malfoy and his frends are part of some Inquisitorial Squad and are making things impossible. I'll tell you what happened when I can.

I just thought you should know.


Harry

P.S. Fred and George are insistent on more of those sock things. I know what they're planning. Send a lot.


She's again, not sure she wants to know. She knows she shouldn't be too surprised by this turn of events, but still, it's a little weird to see.

She gets her knitting supplies, sits down on he bed and starts trying to work. It can't be that much more difficult than socks, right?

Five miutes later she's muttering "I can't do this" and instead trying to just knit smaller socks so maybe they won't notice they're not the same thing.

[Expecting someone, but open.]

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Hermione smiles as she watches. "That's pretty impressive, actually."

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Rikku smiled back, blushing a bit. "Nah, I mean, it looks cool, but it's not gonna help if you're up against anything. Lulu could ..."

Rikku stood up straight and mimed a sweeping bow with both arms scooping in. "And I don't know how her dress even stayed up, I mean Lulu ..." she held her hands out to indicate Lulu's enormous assets "... and then BOOM! It'd be, like, flare, and the fiend would just explode."

She bounced excitedly, and then sat back down. "Oh! Sorry. Your trash can. Uh, we can dump it somewhere?" She giggled.

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"I'll pour it into the bathroom sink," she says, looking at her. "You certainly seem to be in a better mood."

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Rikku bit her lip, blushing a bit harder. "Oh! Oh, uh, yeah. I, I kinda am."

She looked up at her roommate, curious. "Did you hear anything about ... demonic possessions and charms and something weird like that going on with people?"

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"Only what's been said on the radio," she answers, sitting in her desk chair.

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"I guess I missed the radio." Rikku hugged her knees. "Uh, Jude ... when he was being weird and not-like-Jude? He wasn't Jude. Or I guess it was him, but he was zapped with a ... something."

She shook her head. "Professor Deadpool called me when he snapped out of it. Jude didn't look like he'd been hurt or anything, so ... he's probably okay, right?"

You couldn't see internal injuries, but surely there'd be more bruises or something.

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"Oh," Hermione says, frowning. "Well, he's a teacher. I'm sure if Jude was hurt, he'd have taken him to the clinic at least."

Not that she's ever seen teachers turn people into ferrets or anything.

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Rikku looked up skeptically. "I kinda meant ... I was scared that Deadpool hurt him. He kinda threatened to go after him with a shovel if he ever, uh, got friendly? And that was kinda ... friendly."

She considered. "It's kinda weird and all but ... at least it's not ... what I thought it was. Right?"

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Hermione's eyes widen as she tries to imagine a teacher- who isn't possessed by anything- threatening a student like that. "No, you're right. It's definitely a good thing if that wasn't really him. Well... You know what I mean."

[the_merriest]

"Deadpool's my mentor," Rikku explained, as if that magically made things logical and reasonable. "He's a bit protective."

"And yeah, I mean, of course it is. I just meant, you know. It's kinda ... weird, that's all." She smiled. "But weird I can deal with."

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"At least in Fandom, this sort of thing seems to be standard," she says, smiling a little. "You can get used to weird."

[the_merriest]

Rikku smiled back. "Yeah. The longer I'm here, the more I see that."

She motioned to the letter. "So ... what are you going to do about your friends?"

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"Make... cozies, I think," Hermione says, pulling a face. "I don't know what they're planning, but they're doing something. And there's not much else I can do from here."

[the_merriest]

Rikku considered. "Maybe when you go back, you can help. For the testing bits? And ... maybe if you told Alec what you needed them for, he'd make more?"