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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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[ospreyed]

Aww yeah, Eponine was winning, and that's all that really mattered. She glances over at Hermione, smiles, and continues with the singing. She's not intimidated. Not even a little.

[sometimesinsufferable]

She soon stops in front of the girl again, hands on her hips and glaring down at her. "Don't you have something else to be doing, Eponine?"

[ospreyed]

She thinks for a moment, before turning towards Hermione. "Oh my gods, you're completely right, I almost forgot!" She reached into her pocket, pulling out her pack of cigarettes, lighting another one up.

[sometimesinsufferable]

Without thinking, she shouts something in ancient Greek, sending the pack of cigarettes flying off to the side. A second incantation shortly follows to put out the cigarette. "You are one of the most impossible, infuriating people I've ever met!"

Granted, she can't stop Eponine for picking up the pack again, but at least she tried.

[ospreyed]

Eponine just rolls her eyes and moves off the rock to pick up the pack. Stuffing it back into her pocket, she moves back to the rock and lights up the cigarette in her mouth again.

"Thanks," she says, without a hint of irony. "I try." And, here, have some smoke blown in your face, Hermione.

[sometimesinsufferable]

"You're trying a bit too hard." But that's all she'll say before she's officially turning her back and stalking off...not far, of course, but enough. Eponine can stay on her rock and Hermione's just going to back down until another day. Honestly the nerve of some people.

Of course she'll try again another day, but she's choosing her battles at the moment. This one is one she has to surrender.

[ospreyed]

"It's not trying if I win," she calls back, smirking all the while. Indeed, she'd won. But... Well, now she was. Alone on her rock.

Like always.