assguardians | DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

THE TEST DRIVE MEME

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Reserves are here, and open on November 24th at 12:01AM CST.

Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here,
and they open on December 1st at 12:01AM CST.

OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out to find the city blanketed with snow and in the middle of what seems to be a snowball war organized by the Native children! Be careful on your way to your Welcome House: snowballs are flying, and these groups of giggling kids don't seem to care who gets caught in the crossfire.

Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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[ Hermione watches him nervously and she sighs, lifting her hands and rubbing her eyes before she relaxes. She doesn't want to upset him anymore than she already has and she certainly doesn't want to make it any more confusing, but it's hard -- she wants to tell him the truth but she doesn't want to make him sad. How is that even possible in this situation? It's not -- it's really not.

All she can do is offer him a weak little smile. ]

Good with words - maybe? I'm just being honest with you, Sirius. I promise you that.

[ She wants to make it clear that she isn't just acting or putting on a role, she really is being truthful with him. She isn't sure how to show it yet - until an idea sparks in her mind. Surely his first thought, given the war, would be the fact that she was out to try and hurt him, or hurt James and Lily through him, and who would want to do that? Voldemort. She's not an idiot and the idea that she might be mistaken for a Death Eater makes her heart ache. She breathes out and closes her eyes before she moves, starting to admit the things that she hadn't wanted to burden him with so suddenly. ]

You and Professor Lupin - I mean, Remus - you told us. Harry was given the Marauders Map in his Third year at school and we didn't know who it belonged to until you told us all your nicknames - that James was Prongs, you were Padfoot, Remus was Moony and Pettigrew was Wormtail. There was a mishap in our third year with some... Things that happen to you in the future and we all found out. It's then that you told Harry that you were his Godfather and that you'd have him come and stay with you at Grimmauld Place during the Summers if you both wanted.

[ She pauses before she lifts her hands, undoing her jacket and pushing it off, letting it drop to the ground. It's cold, but - but that doesn't matter. ]

I promise you I'm not with - with the person you think I am. I'm not one of his followers. I know I don't have much to prove myself with, but...

[ She rolls up the sleeve of her shirt, the left arm, and shows him the deep, dark scar there; 'Mudblood'. There's no Dark Mark, no sign of being a Death Eater, just that word, still red and painful against her skin. ]

[It's a great deal of information at once, to the point where Sirius nearly feels dizzy with it all. And every new bit that she says gives him more questions--Professor Lupin, that almost gets a smile out of him, despite his wariness--and her vagueness, then, very deliberate. He's not stupid either. There's something there, but he loses the thread of that curiosity a moment later when she says Grimmauld Place, and he can feel tension, in his shoulders, in his face. Why the hell would he take anyone to Grimmauld Place? Why the hell would he be going there at all, and he's about to say something cutting, something about how she's gone and lost him completely, because there is no way he'd set foot near his mother's house--

He doesn't know what to expect when she begins rolling up her shirtsleeve. But it isn't-- that. It's cursed in her skin, it's got to be--a deliberate, sadistic carving.

But it's not half as ugly as the word itself, and he stares for only a second before he jerks his eyes up to her face. And there's horror in him now, he's not questioning her any longer--this girl who knows James, and Harry--Remus and Lily--who says she's from the future, who wears those scars--]

Who did that to you?

[He asks it quietly, tightly. He couldn't say why he's angry for her, this girl he doesn't know. But he is. Because it doesn't even matter that she knows James, all that matters is that word. No one deserves to be called it. No one deserves it branded on them. And he knows the sort of people that do that brutal, nasty work. He's related to half of them, isn't he, and his fingers tighten into fists again as he thinks that.]

[ She feels a rush of - something, she isn't sure, at the change in his expression. He's angry, all of her friends were angry, but there was nothing to be done now. A cursed scar never fades, she and Harry had both learned that the hard way, and all she could do was settle and make peace with it. She was proud of who she was, proud of being mudblood, but that didn't stop the way seeing the word etched on her skin pained her. It wasn't the reminder of the stupid pureblood supremacy; it was the reminder of the torture, the pain, the utter torment she'd felt on the floor of Malfoy Manor.

Dropping her arm, Hermione rolls her sleeve down again and gathers up her jacket, pulling it on and redoing the buttons. It's too cold to be wandering around with her sleeves bared even if she did want to show off her scars, which she didn't. It was too private, too painful - and there would be far too many questions asked of her if she dared. ]

Bellatrix Lestrange -- or, I suppose, Bellatrix Black. I'm not sure when she got married, honestly.

[ Smoothing down her clothes, she breathes out and steps forward, eyes soft. She knows how he must be feeling, she's seen it in Harry enough times to recognise the signs, and she reaches out to put a hand over his. ]

Do you believe me, Sirius?

[Sirius actually huffs a bitter little laugh when she says his cousin's name, even if he doesn't look at all amused. Bellatrix. Like that's any great surprise, that she's mad enough to start burning people--or that she goes mad, if all this future tripe is to be believed. She's always been quick and dangerous and a little brutal, never as cool as Narcissa, not that Sirius liked her any better for it. And of course she was just drooling to join up with the rest of them. It's not surprising that Bellatrix would still be in with them, however far into the future Hermione Granger is from. The chance to do as she pleased, to lord her blood over everyone, that's not something Bellatrix Black--Lestrange, good God, now there's a match--would have been quick to get out of. Mire herself deeper and do worse, that was more her style.

He's jerked out of this reverie when Hermione steps in closer--doesn't notice her until she's just there, with her hand on his, and he starts, looking up to her face again. Nearly flinches away from that touch, honestly, before he thinks better of it--because she's not a threat. She's not with them, not with that word carved on her arm. Bellatrix. Merlin, but he hates her, and that thought is still twisting in him even as he nods, once, short, at Hermione.]

Yeah. I guess I believe you. Haven't got much of a choice otherwise, have I.

[It's sort of a joke. And then there's a beat, and he smiles, grimly.]

So how's the future, Miss Granger?

[Not like he can't guess. Not after seeing her arm. It's got to be a little bad. There's no way it could be good, with shit like that happening.]

[ All she can do now is keep smiling. There aren't many people here that know about her scar, or her torture - and Sirius doesn't even know about how she got the mark - but she had to prove herself somehow. She had to show him, to make him understand that all of this was fact. What else could she have done, other than bring James here and force him to explain things? Her smile widens at his almost joke and her hand drops away ever so, hovering at her side again before she forces it to be still. Overcrowding him with her prescence now would probably make him bolt - and the image of a dog running with it's tail between it's legs is almost enough to have her laughing to herself.

Instead, she just shakes her head at him, fond and obviously familiar. She missed Sirius, missed him more than she could express, perhaps not as much as Harry had but enough. She had loved him in her own way and seeing what had happened to him was too much to think about right now. She couldn't, not when he was right here in front of her, alive and breathing and joking. ]

The future is good, Sirius - and, really, you can call me Hermione if you'd like to. I don't mind.

[ Her set shoulders relax and she breathes out. ]

Voldemort is dead, the Death Eaters are being imprisoned and the world is... Well, it's safe from him. We fought a hard war, that's true, but... It was worth it, in the end. We survived.

DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

does it work on crazy tangled curls :(

better than sleekeazy's do u want some hermy

yes pls i'd be most grateful uncle siri

merry christmas ps i love your hermione c:

thank you and thank you!! o/////o