Don't fret too much if you're a bit lost with Hermione's exploit in the magical capitol of Paris. I mainly think Hermione would want to explore what Wizarding robes contribute to the notion of magical rites. Just like house elves and love, maybe Fashion has a magic that is deeper than muggles appreciate. Look at magical jewellery for instance. Why is it dark? Anyway I'll just shut up and continue the story. All of it's JKRs and I hope you enjoy.
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Humility is often only feigned submission which people use to render others submissive. It is a subterfuge of pride which lowers itself in order to rise.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Hermione drew Luna towards her apartment, unfortunately above the greasy fast food night chain that served the cities patrons of the close bars and clubs set under the cities spilling orange light. It was only now, entering her street as night drifted over the city that she appreciated the flood of streetlights and the ambling crowds, commuters rushing to and fro, and those dressed for the adventures of night's reprieve. She and Luna, in their elaborate attire drew no more than a nod. They truly were invisible, as the Paris city stole the gaze of the world. They walked through the busy shop front and immediately were within her small room.
Dennis had left a few things lying about by the door, a collection of shopping bags from the muggle shops she'd asked him to visit.
Hermione was shocked by the amount.
There were three camp beds. Some muggle lamps, a small stove, a high tech radio, as well as a small laptop, which was obviously his own.
Hermione felt Luna's stare draw away from her and to the window of the small shop, where the black and white cat she'd unwittingly adopted, attempted to soak up the last of the tin roofs heat. The noise of the street wafted through as Luna cooingly opened the window and proceeded to invite the feline in.
"I really like it Hermione. And look you've already adopted a familiar."
"What?"
Hermione looked over at Luna distractedly as she proceeded sorting through the items Dennis had bought. She might as well set up the golden Trio's old tent. That's what Dennis had acquired.
"I mean it Hermione. This is a good set up. You're in Paris, you are living on your own, but you're both a muggle and a witch."
Luna had always been too perceptive for her liking. Then the girl walked over, smiled and began looking through the bags.
"Thanks Luna." Hermione held back her shock and the staggering blow the girl had just dealt and instead reverted into character.
"I think we should get started with some magical enchantments, I'm going to call Dennis." Hermione glanced at the materials the boy had gathered in preparation for his attack. She had better assemble her notes. Hermione tried to ignore Luna's telling expression when she drew out of her bag Rita Skeeter's book 'The life and lies of Albus Dumbledore' along with the collection of Beedle the bard short stories that the wizard had given her.
"That reminds me. Ron gave me this. He said not to make a fuss but just to leave it with you."
Hermione again tried to brush of Luna's impeccable honesty. Instead she carefully took the heavy metal of Dumbledore's deluminator in her hand. The brass held the smooth dullness of something aged through use and Hermione tried not to express the overwhelming nature of the object, and the gesture. What had Dumbledore needed this for? It had let Ron aparate to them all those months ago, and it was what Ron had used to bring the lights into Malfoy manner when the three of them had rescued Luna. It was his piece of the Trio legacy, and he was giving it to her. Was he returning it? Resigning from the madness? Or was he backing her?
Luna smiled knowingly and rubbed Hermione's back as she stood silent, before she then set about unpacking the three camp beds. The size of the apartment drew ever clearer as darkness set in from the street outside. Three beds, lamps, laptops, books and research in here along with three people? Hermione stopped Luna with a low voice.
"I think I need something from my bag. Do you think you could summons it for me?"
When Luna had placed the wards, they tested them on Dennis. Not particularly fair, however it was interesting to note that Hermione still received his texts.
I can't get to the stairs.
Don't think about me. Think about finding the old store room.
He emerged moments later looking perplexed to see a lone bed in an otherwise empty room. Nodding at Luna, who deftly smiled and waved her wand in the complicated ward movement Hermione showed her, Dennis was suddenly with the tent, looking up at them, perplexed.
Hermione couldn't help but smile at his enthusiastic look around the tent, at the two beds set up, the extension cord running through the corner of the tents flap to the room beyond. It was a tent within a room, but to Dennis it was still the tent in which Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had plotted while on the run from the dark lord. The only difference was the centre table, now piled with her notes and research on the law, and her stolen St Mungo's documents, next to which sat Dennis' laptop and bags.
Luna hugged him and asked him about his day, while Hermione opened the bags Luna had gone to collect just moment ago. The robes were deep purple, near black, and most resembled a muggle overcoat. John Favier, recovered apparently from Hermione's visit, had complimented Luna on her impromptu design. According to Luna's reports, he had been too eager to whip up a garment. Hermione had sent her off with the instruction "both magical and muggle" and had merely trusted the girl's choice without caring an iota. In a strange way, the robe seemed perfect, if only as a reminder that Hermione Granger was still a witch.
She pulled it on over the muggle t-shirt and traded her skirt for a pair of jeans. Nothing in the world was as muggle as jeans, Luna had said sagely, and Dennis had only nodded, while he drank in the way the black denim hugged her hips and thighs. Hermione was curiously glad to leave. She asked them to stay there, and to contact the rest of 'Team Granger' on her behalf. She smiled with a warmness she didn't exactly feel as she exited the tent, and made her way into the dark muggle corridor beyond.
She had half an hour until Rita Skeeter arrived at the Injured Accordion.
