Office hours- Friday

[smartestone]

In between working on class for Monday, Hermione was trying to write a letter. In truth, she'd been trying to cohesively describe everything that had been happening for about a week now, and hadn't had much luck. You try explaining it.

So really, it wasn't so much that she was trying to take a break from class in order to write, but rather the other way around.

[Open. I'm going to stab myself in the hand so going to urgent care will give me something to do.]

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[smartestone]

"Of course not everyone. I can, because I'm a witch." And then she started thinking back to their first meeting. "Did I not... mention that?"

[charming_thief]

Maaaybe? Neal couldn't remember because his player failed at such things that day had been kind of hectic, all things considered. Either way, he probably hadn't believed her the first time.

"Gotcha," he said after a minute, eyeing her curiously.

[smartestone]

She felt sort of bad now. Also, a little self-conscious. "What?" she asked, noting the eyeing.

[charming_thief]

And that was when Neal decided to turn on the charm. Well, more than before, anyway.

"Nothing," he said evasively. "You've got a lot of intel on this place, you know that?"

[smartestone]

"Of course I do," Hermione said. "I went here for two years, and what I don't know I've at least attempted to research. Was there more you wanted to know?"

[charming_thief]

"Nah, nah, I think I'm good," he said after a minute. And again with the devious eyeing. "Uh -- nice talking to you, Hermione."

Followed by the charming smile he saved for pretty girls. Hey, girl-Peter or not, she was still hot.