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6/8/2025, 6:46:03 PM
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>Go see what mother is up to.
“Samantha.”
“y-yes?” The tired girl already knows what’s coming. All that was left was the dreadful anticipation.
“Ask any onlookers where they went and chase after them.”
She sounds like she’s about to cry. “H-hermione… please… I can’t do it anymore…”
“…You will be rewarded for your efforts.”
The girl swallows. Even though she’s about to die, she’s considering it.
>> € (M5 Charisma roll: 81 = Success) << (Encourage her to keep going.)
“haah… fine…” The girl tiredly walks off. She hangs up the phone and puts it back in her pocket to conserve what little energy she has left.
Hermione logs out of the desktop, finished with her investigation. As she stands, she idly wonders what her mother is up to. Mother was likely in her favorite room in the home, but whether she was busy or simply knitting, Hermione was unsure.
As she steps out into the windowed hall once more, she considers what she knows. Clearly, there had been some actual meeting at the station, so the message from the night before hadn’t just been some delusion. It was rather unfortunate that her proxy got there late. Hopefully, she’d be able to glean at least a little more from following their trail before she collapsed.
Hermione’s mother is sitting in her typical chair in the sunroom, speaking with someone on the phone about wedding venues. When Hermione enters, her mother asks the person on the other end of the line to hold. “Yes, Hermione, dear? Did you need anything?”
“Nothing in particular, mother. I simply wanted to see what you had planned for the day?”
“Ah.” Her mother gives an apologetic smile. “As you know, your father and I are very busy planning for your sister’s wedding.” She glances at her small notebook for her schedule. “I may have some time this afternoon, before dinner, dear?”
Hermione glances down at the fruit bowl on the table.
>Would you like to say anything?
>Go see what mother is up to.
“Samantha.”
“y-yes?” The tired girl already knows what’s coming. All that was left was the dreadful anticipation.
“Ask any onlookers where they went and chase after them.”
She sounds like she’s about to cry. “H-hermione… please… I can’t do it anymore…”
“…You will be rewarded for your efforts.”
The girl swallows. Even though she’s about to die, she’s considering it.
>> € (M5 Charisma roll: 81 = Success) << (Encourage her to keep going.)
“haah… fine…” The girl tiredly walks off. She hangs up the phone and puts it back in her pocket to conserve what little energy she has left.
Hermione logs out of the desktop, finished with her investigation. As she stands, she idly wonders what her mother is up to. Mother was likely in her favorite room in the home, but whether she was busy or simply knitting, Hermione was unsure.
As she steps out into the windowed hall once more, she considers what she knows. Clearly, there had been some actual meeting at the station, so the message from the night before hadn’t just been some delusion. It was rather unfortunate that her proxy got there late. Hopefully, she’d be able to glean at least a little more from following their trail before she collapsed.
Hermione’s mother is sitting in her typical chair in the sunroom, speaking with someone on the phone about wedding venues. When Hermione enters, her mother asks the person on the other end of the line to hold. “Yes, Hermione, dear? Did you need anything?”
“Nothing in particular, mother. I simply wanted to see what you had planned for the day?”
“Ah.” Her mother gives an apologetic smile. “As you know, your father and I are very busy planning for your sister’s wedding.” She glances at her small notebook for her schedule. “I may have some time this afternoon, before dinner, dear?”
Hermione glances down at the fruit bowl on the table.
>Would you like to say anything?
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