It's short. I know. It's kind of like paying five dollars on a bill.
I am claiming intent to continue.
Hermione stomped, somewhat childishly. "Godammit!"
Hermione considered charm work to be possibly her best subject. "Think, Granger." First, the ink needs to appear on its own, so she needed need to…cast a consciousness on the paper? Or copy someone's consciousness to cast onto the paper?
Neither. Like the Marauders Map, she needed it connected to something sentient. She smiled.
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"Hello, fair Hermione." Fred started.
"Will you be gracing us with your presence tonight?"
She hesitated, biting her lip. "Oh, umm…"
"It's a simple question, Mione." George said, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
Obnoxiously, her fiancée—no husband—chimed in with, "Would you like to stay forever?" She couldn't help but laugh at that—she doubted they knew what they'd just done to make her laugh like that. She laughed harder.
"Oh, wait." George said. "You guys eloped."
"So she is staying forever!" finished Fred.
"Yes, but your mother is going to go ballistic when you tell her. And don't leave out the bit where it was your idea." He began to protest as she raised a hand. "I still don't know how you roped me into it or tricked me into it or whatever, but you are taking full responsibility for it." With that, she flounced off to her and Fred's room, leaving Fred slightly stricken. "I have to face Mum." George sympathized with him. "Sorry, mate, but yeah." He clapped Fred on the shoulder but it wasn't comforting at all. Head in his hands, he groaned.