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[sometimesinsufferable]

Who: Hermione Granger and whomever happens to cross her path
What: Training/practicing her magic
Where: Near the lake
When: Sunday, August 4th, early evening
Why: Because after the hectic changes that occurred over the last week and a half she doesn't feel like angering any of the other gods


Of course she was secretly smug about the fact that she'd followed the rules this time. She hadn't incurred the wrath of Hera. She did feel slightly sorry for those who had been punished though.

On the other hand, this just pushed Hermione further into the mindset she often waffled on; was she there to learn, or there to make friends and push boundaries? She knew she belonged at Camp because she was a demigod and she knew she was there to train and protect not only her family and others in her home town, but herself.

Her magic was powerful. That much she also knew. Over the last three years that she'd been attending Camp she'd grown stronger and better than she had been as a 13 year old. But she also knew she still had a long way to go. Fire spells and the creation of illusions were impressive, sure, but if she settled for mastering only a few skills where would she be?

She waited until later in the day when the lake was more or less cleared out save for maybe a few of the other campers. They weren't a huge concern though. Not anymore. She was just going to mind her business for once and settle in to recite her incantations and focus on her magic. She's doing her best to keep one eye on her form and one eye on the area around her to ensure nobody sneaks up on her.

Yeah, good luck with that, Granger. It doesn't help that by now it's pretty well-known among her group of acquaintances that she always comes to the same spot.

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[sometimesinsufferable]

She shook her head, brushing off the question. She had her reasons for "putting up with him" as he put it, but she had always assumed he knew. Maybe he didn't.

"Now you're really being pessimistic."

[masterofmystery]

That earned another shrug and a slight grin. Making a face, Ron sighed. "Not really now, am I?" Ron commented, "you've seen our luck, haven't you?"

[sometimesinsufferable]

"Luck can change," she said softly, turning away again. She'd have to bother him about dressing up later, if she could convince herself that it was okay to do such things. Normally she had no problem pestering Ron to do things, but when it came to things relating to a d-word, that's where she was uncertain of the lines.

"Come on. We don't want to be late, do we?"

[masterofmystery]

"Except we're demigods," he said pointedly, making a face. Stuffing his hands into his pockets his fingers found the pocket knife and curled around it before he hesitated in his steps.

"You go on. I've got to to the cabin."

[sometimesinsufferable]

The change made her look over her shoulder, suddenly suspicious. "For what?"

[masterofmystery]

He actually didn't miss a beat here as he shifted the bow and arrows he had on his shoulder. "Gotta put these up, don't I?" He asked easily, "and I've got to change shirts, I reckon."

[sometimesinsufferable]

And really, could she argue with him? Probably not. Those were perfectly valid reasons. "All right...I'll see you at dinner then?" Even if they couldn't sit at the same table after what had happened a few days ago.

[masterofmystery]

Athena always has a plan. He could at least think on his feet. He paused and nodded. "Yeah, of course," he commented, "and there's after, I reckon."

[sometimesinsufferable]

Sometimes, he managed to outsmart even her. She assumed he was being responsible, not just trying to pull away as fast as possible. "And there's after," she echoed. She smiled again before tossing her braid over her shoulder and turning, striding back away from the lake toward camp. Come along, Ron.

[masterofmystery]

Great, he thought. Hoisting the bow and arrows higher on his shoulder as she turned back around. Maybe he got out of this to go shove his head in a pillow and only come out to give an offering to his mom, maybe. But for now he supposed he had to, well, follow. And so he did.