I have ways to get it back. [ There's a practical thought. Throw a book, accio it back. There's a beat, and then she gives the tome in her lap a gentle tap, almost as if promising I'd never throw you, don't worry. ]
Ah - well. [ She lifts her book enough for the title - in large, gaudy and gilded font - to be legible. ] I've decided to start small. You're a Rifter, too?
[ She gets up from the grass, abandoning all pretense of trying to wrap her knuckles now, in favour of holding the closed book in one hand and holding her right one out for a handshake. ]
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Ah - well. [ She lifts her book enough for the title - in large, gaudy and gilded font - to be legible. ] I've decided to start small. You're a Rifter, too?
[ She gets up from the grass, abandoning all pretense of trying to wrap her knuckles now, in favour of holding the closed book in one hand and holding her right one out for a handshake. ]
Hermione Granger.