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Magic in the Space Between

The battle was over, the war was over.

And yet Hermione's life remained unfinished and rather scattered.

During the battle at Hogwarts, several lives were lost. Classmates, strangers and even the adults who knew better. Ron was one of those fallen people who wouldn't be forgotten. Harry and Hermione remained in contact but having lost Ron for good, it felt empty when they were together. In the woods, as they stayed hidden, it was easy to carry on because Ron wasn't dead, he was just missing, somewhere else but still believed to be alive. And now that he was dead, things felt more final and more cold. Hermione didn't feel weak, as much as she felt tired. The constant looking over her shoulder, the sleepless nights, the spells which ricocheted backwards and forwards were meant to be a thing of the past. Yet, she still felt so cold and empty.

Her life wasn't over and she restored her parents' memories and Harry was safe and so was the world. So why couldn't she find comfort in what she had saved? Because Ron died. It was a risk the three mates were willing to take and yet a Deatheater killed Ron while they were navigating the castle, trying to find Harry after having left the Chamber of Secrets. She had to tell Harry what happened but they couldn't begin to mourn as they had things to do. Seven months had passed since that dark endless night and Hermione forced herself to move on. Or to at least appear as if she was. She worked at the Ministry of Magic in a new division that was going to restore the use of Time Turners, she would help oversee the use of the device but she first had to make it.

The supply had been destroyed and she had the only Time Turner left so it was only right that she become the pioneer to make it more fluid through time, whether you wanted to go forward or backward. Time was a delicate thing and she knew the dangers of it being misused. That didn't stop the bookworm from trying her hardest to make something work. Perhaps her personal investment was why she refused to sleep for more than three hours, or eat something every twelve hours but she was so close to finishing her project that she didn't want to be disturbed. Harry gave the Black House to Remus since he couldn't live in it without the past catching up to him. Hermione moved in four months ago and so far, she and ex-DADA Professor had managed to stay clear of one another.

Hermione was busy with her work and Remus was doing something else but the girl had yet to really ask him about it. He had lost Tonks and his unborn child so she understood the need to process things. She would move about the house on her own accord but would make an effort to be quiet and tidy, out of the way. As she set done of tools, she sat up straight and felt every muscle and bone in her body wail. She got up and pushed her chair in. Hermione had been hunched over her desk for far too long and her stomach was trying to alert her to its plight. She rubbed her eyes and headed downstairs to get something to eat. Tinkering with tiny wires and stuff was tiring and her invention would channel magic as well as science so it was hard to balance. Once in the kitchen, she conjured up some hot water in a mug and fixed herself some tea while she sorted out the contents of the fridge.

- - -

It was a bunch of chaos.

So much chaos, so much fun for the Doctor.

He had just dropped off a male companion who was from a faraway planet where everyone was left handed and walked backwards. It was quite fun at first but not when they had to make a quick getaway from an angry mob of aliens who were upset that they messed up some ceremony of importance. The Doctor was sad to see the fellow go but his companions came and went frequently. Saying goodbye was always difficult but it was better than seeing them die or get left behind. Saying goodbye was usually the best outcome he could hope for whenever he asked for someone to come along with him. Sometimes those he ran into asked to come along and sometimes he would agree if he saw that they'd be able to handle themselves.

But it was getting hard. He was getting old and he knew his fun wouldn't last forever. The Doctor didn't like to think about that or his past. For him, there was never a Time War and yet he still didn't have the guts to go back to Gallifrey. He stole a TARDIS and ran away and hadn't returned since. The Doctor had gone through many many regenerations and had experienced so much. The very thought of slowing down or going back to his home planet, was something he had yet to consider. There were so many people to meet, so many places to see. His sense of wonder would never diminish with each companion he lost and with each new face he was given. The Doctor could never stop running.

After he dropped his companion off, the Doctor went back into his lovely blue box and was keen to carry on and find a new adventure to have fun with. But as he was pulling a few levers and pressing some wooden buttons, the TARDIS became very fidgety. He tried to fix the problem but before he could kick the damn control, he was thrown back. The machine began to spin out of control and all the man with the spiffy bow-tie could do was hold on and wait for the girl to settle down. He felt a lot of bumps and he was sure the time in the vortex was longer than usual but he could assess anything until they landed somewhere. Anywhere was fine with him!

Suddenly there was a large crash and he got to his feet, hopeful that the ride was over. He saw his machine was slightly on fire, only slightly. "Not good." He said and grabbed an extinguisher and put it out. Looking over the control panel, he could tell there was some damage but he had no idea what had happened to cause such havoc. He couldn't use his computer at the moment so he had no idea where or when he was. He stepped out of the blue box and locked it behind him, just to be safe. He then saw he was in someone's yard. The Doctor didn't sense any danger and headed over to the front door. He gave it a few knocks and waited, adjusting his bow-tie a little. When a blond woman answered, he smiled. "Hello. I seemed to have accidentally crashed into your yard, my deepest apologies, I just want to assure you that everything is fine. Also, where am I? And um what year is this?" He asked, he could tell he was on Earth but the details were fuzzy.

Humanmetrics Jung Typology Test

ISFJ

I have taken this before, I think I got something similar in the past.

The Games we Play Around the Throne

It's not a big post but it's a start. If you need me to do something more with Sansa, I can add if needed, otherwise if you want to use Mycah and Sansa, feel free.

The Games we Play Around the Throne

While the prospect of living in King's Landing tickled Sansa Stark, it left Arya feeling conflicted. She loved her home, it was all she ever knew. She loved exploring and playing with her brothers. Despite being the middle of five, Arya got along rather well with her siblings but she had the best connection with Robb and Jon. Jon was a bastard and wasn't really her brother but they did get along rather well. He gave her a light sword before they parted ways and while traveling, she was doing her best to find time to train. So far, she hadn't had much success since Sansa would turn her head up at the idea of a Lady lifting a sword to fight, and her father still seemed uneasy about the girl's new accessory. So for a while, she had to practice with a tree but it helped her get a feel for how to hold the thin sword and move with its weight.

The traveling wasn't so bad for Arya.

She had her sword and she had Nymeria and her father. The others were easy to forget about. The constant travel and camping was taken in stride, as the girl had never ventured out of Winterfell. Sansa didn't seem as comfortable, in fact she looked rather out of place but they had to make due with whatever they could deem a suitable place to camp. In time the large group was able to reach the Crossroads Inn which was a notable place to stop while on the Kingsroad en route to King's Landing. They would stop for only a day or two but it was enough of a treat for Sansa to head off with Joffrey with a smile on her face. Arya grabbed her sword and headed off to practice, Nymeria followed her obediently.

The King and her father were talking elsewhere and anyone else was someone Arya didn't feel the need to check on. She walked around the area and found a small river which didn't have anyone around. It would be perfect. As she took her sword out and began to swing at the air, making sharp wisps of sound, a pudgy boy came over to her. "H-hi there." He said and she lowered her weapon. "I'm Mycah. You're with the King aren't you?" He asked her tentatively. Arya gave a shrug and licked her lips, not sure if she ought to be talking to a boy. He didn't look too much older than her but he was still closer to Sansa's age than her own.

"Yeah so?"

"That's a nice sword."

"Thanks, my brother gave it to me before he left." Arya said. "Have you got one? A sword, I mean...maybe we can fight, you for fun." She offered. Mycah mentioned he had a wooden one and hurried off to go fetch it. Arya gestured for her direwolf to watch in the nearby woods so she didn't get hurt. When the redhead returned, the two began to take hits and dodge. It wasn't graceful but Arya was just happy to be sparring with someone and not a stupid tree. As the afternoon wore on, she heard talking nearby and turned to see her sister and Joffrey approaching. She lowered her sword as Joffrey strode over. Sansa lingered back and looked to Arya with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment but Arya didn't know what her older sister's problem was.

"I'm sorry about my sister, she ruins everything." Sansa apologized to Joffrey nervously. "Father told you not to play with it, it's not a toy."

"I know that." Arya snapped at Sansa. "We weren't playing, we were practicing."

We carry on, wands at the ready.

Great, same here. I won't have to chop my posts shorter then. *laughs*

{ it's gonna | be better }

Thanks, and no worries. Hopefully our kiddies can relax a lil and enjoy themselves too.

The Games we Play Around the Throne

I think for now we can get started and talk as things are set in motion, we have a general understanding/gist of things in terms of the beginning while we wet our feet. If we just stay on the same page and let things go with the flow, I think we'll be good. I can get a post up soon if you'd like. And I got bored when I got home from roaming the city and made a collage, cause hey she has long hair at the moment:

We carry on, wands at the ready.

Alright, I'll be able to get something up tonight. Did we say how much we'd generally be posting?

We carry on, wands at the ready.

I figure once the ice was broken with the newspaper, the pairs would start to work more closely together (H&H and D&L). Harry and Hermione would be close already thanks to their history, and while Draco doesn't have any friends, I would think Luna is still a bit of an outcast, it's not a stretch to give them a nudge to befriend one in another. Unless you're thinking about actual specific interactions, we would need to talk further about what they would actually do, yeah.

Magic in the Space Between

It's pretty easy for me to post from 2 to 6 paragraphs per character, I'd probably be posting 3-5 most of the time though.