*poor server. Feeds it chicken soup*
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Hermione flinched when he raised the sword. But didn't step back. "Sorry."

When he recognized her she smiled, stepped forward and walked with him.

"I see," she whispered. Then she looked the sword over and smiled. "That's good. It'll do more than give monsters tetnus now, I bet." She smiled teasingly. But then she glanced away, thinking about what Chiron had said about the sword. That 'its wielders didn't have a good fate' or something like that; that it was bad luck. It worried her. But she didn't think she should say anything... he seemed destined to have it. And speaking of weapons... Hermione hadn't brought any. She really hoped nothing was about to happen at this tree. But what could? That was the source of the camp's barrier. So it was where the barrier was strongest of course. If something did happen she would make do somehow. Honestly she was still more worried about the warning that they'd get eaten by "The cleaning harpies" if they snuck out at night. They were blatantly breaking that rule and she expected to be caught at any moment. She kept her ears perked for beating wings. But at the same time, it was rather exciting and she didn't REALLY want to chicken out. Hermes kids of all people lived for this type of clandestine stuff!

"I had to dispose of something," she replied in an undertone, as mysteriously as possible.