AU Hermione is AU and also homeless. AU info on profile. New to the character.

[ravenclawed]

Well, I suppose I'm flattered that you've taken an interest in me, but I'm not sure I'm happy about it. I have a lot to learn about real magic, you know. I certainly don't want to go off somewhere that isn't Hogwarts. It would be a waste of my time, to be perfectly honest.

And that still goes for me as a Third Year, if you were thinking you could get around it with that whole thing.

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[baddestboyofthemall]

You know magic isn't real, right?

[ravenclawed]

Neither are little blue boys.

[baddestboyofthemall]

Well ob-vye-usly I'm real, because I'm right here!

[ravenclawed]

So am I, and I'm a witch.

[baddestboyofthemall]

Prove it, then!

[ravenclawed]

[Well, she'll just be pulling out here wand, then.]

I'd be happy to.

[baddestboyofthemall]

Go ahead, then. Are you going to pull a rabbit out of a hat?

[At most, he expects the 'wand' to be some sort of toy; maybe it will light up and vibrate a bit, nothing more.]

[ravenclawed]

Hardly.

[She'll produce some lovely blue flames from the tip, though, leaning down to trail them in a circle on the ground before stomping them out.]

[baddestboyofthemall]

[He most certainly did not just shriek like a little girl and scramble backwards, eyes wide and terrified. Nope. You totally imagined it.

After the fear, though, comes logic; beautiful, desperate logic, which will make sense of this.]

Y--Y--You j--just pu... put li--ligh--lighter fluid in it! It--it's a lighter, i--isn't it?

[ravenclawed]

No, it's a wand. I can turn matches into needles, too.

[baddestboyofthemall]

B--but--but that... that's impossible!

[ravenclawed]

Like I said, so are you.

Are you supposed to be an alien? You look a bit too close to how people think aliens look to be a real one, if you ask me. You're just blue instead of green.

[baddestboyofthemall]

I am an alien! A real one!

[Indignation replaces fear and brings the strength back into his voice. He glares at this stuck-up girl, folding his arms across his chest.]

And I'm not impossible! I'm entirely possible! It's more likely there are other inhabited planets than someone breaking the laws of physics!

[ravenclawed]

I suppose you're sort of right. Life on other planets could be possible. You just shouldn't look like such a caricature of what you are, if you ask me. I imagine it would make it hard for you get taken seriously among humans.

[baddestboyofthemall]

[He flinches at that last sentence, hunching in on himself as though to shield himself from her words.]

...Yeah, it is.

[ravenclawed]

I guess that's not your fault, though.

[She's not the best with socializing, but she's not heartless in the slightest.]

[baddestboyofthemall]

No. I didn't really get a say in anything.

What does it matter what I look like, anyway?

[ravenclawed]

Because you're really something out of science-fiction in most minds, and that portrayal isn't always flattering. So looking like that might not be the best idea.

[baddestboyofthemall]

You're saying that like I can do something about it!

[ravenclawed]

Well, I didn't mean it like that.

[baddestboyofthemall]

Maybe you should be more careful how you say things, then.

[ravenclawed]

[A LOOK.]

[baddestboyofthemall]

...What?

[ravenclawed]

How old are you, anyway?

[baddestboyofthemall]

Seven. What's that got to do with anything?

[ravenclawed]

I'm eleven and you really shouldn't tell your elders what to do, you know.

[baddestboyofthemall]

Well...

You're silly! So you should be gratty-ful that I'm telling you how to be better!

[ravenclawed]

Gratty-ful?

[baddestboyofthemall]

Yeah! Like saying thank you and stuff!

[ravenclawed]

Oh. Grateful.

[baddestboyofthemall]

That's what I said.

[ravenclawed]

It's what you tried to say.

[baddestboyofthemall]

You just don't have the imagination to hear properly.

[ravenclawed]

You're the little boy who doesn't believe in magic.

[baddestboyofthemall]

...That doesn't prove anything.

[ravenclawed]

It proves that you shouldn't be saying I lack imagination.

Have a Harry Potter who was raised as Dick Grayson.

[dickandharry]

...a universe where we're not friends. That's, a little difficult for me to imagine.

This intrigues me greatly.

[ravenclawed]

It's rather difficult for me to imagine us being friends. I know who you are, of course, and you seem nice enough, but that Weasley boy is a challenge.

Hermione ends up being Batgirl.

[dickandharry]

Well, Ron has this tendency to be a complete idiot. He gets better, really.

Besides, there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them, apparently.

lol

[ravenclawed]

If you say so. I certainly hope he does.

Oh, I remember the troll. We took care of that?