Room 308, Sunday afternoon

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When Hermione returned from her away team mission in New York, she wasn't sure that she'd ever wanted more to just flop onto her bed and do nothing for a while. Not even after the Department of Mysteries, though that didn't count since she'd spent the end of that unconscious. She'd spent a good part of this trip unconscious too, though.

It was also the first time she'd been able to examine herself for bruises, which was a bit limited in her current position of 'flopped on the bed'. She did have a couple on her arms that she could see, which would happen when you spent a lot of time falling.

Bloody Deadpool.

[Door's closed, post can be open.]

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[the_merriest]

Okay, so she'd stopped freaking out about the angels - um, kinda? Not really. But it was over at least, and she'd spazzed for a bit in Reno's room but she totally needed to get back for kitty time and because she was getting worried about --

"Hermione!" Rikku grinned. "You're back!"