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31_days2005-08-10 02:07 pm
incandescens) wrote in 31_days2005-08-10 02:07 pm
[10th August] [Harry Potter] reason in itself divided
Title: reason in itself divided
Day/Theme: 10th August / Way of difference
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Hermione
Rating: G
She really isn't that different from her parents, and she tells them so each time she goes home for the holidays.
"It's all precision, you see."
That had gone down well.
(They noticed her teeth. She'd said, "It was a spell that went wrong, and when they fixed it they put my teeth right," and didn't feel any guilt about the lie.)
"You have to get things absolutely right. You learn what you're working on and then you learn how it connects to other things and then you learn how to change them." Teeth, nerves, repair. "And we also go into primary care -- preventing magical accidents in the first place, they've got a whole department at the Ministry about that, Ron's father works in it."
They liked that. They'd liked Mr. Weasley, who was admittedly a likeable person.
(She wasn't going to actually tell them what Mr. Weasley was like at his job. That would only worry them. She didn't want to worry them.)
"And then there's all the connected issues; sociological, methodology, history, research, new advances . . ."
That usually veered into a discussion of the latest dental techniques they'd been working on, which was an acceptable direction for the conversation.
(When she thought about the Unforgivable Curses, she consoled herself with thoughts that there were perfectly normal non-magical ways of killing people, and she could have learned those just as easily, so it really didn't matter that she didn't tell her parents about what she could do now. With a swish and a flick.)
"I suppose the money's no worse than pounds and shillings and pence used to be."
They'd framed some of the wizardly currency and put it on a shelf in the china cupboard. She had to laugh. It looked just like normal antique coins. Nobody would bother looking.
(Slughorn gave value for money; he might operate his own little patronage network and profit from it, but it worked. She'd made contacts. She was getting somewhere.)
"And, well -- I suppose it's a lot like anywhere, really. You get bigots and prejudice, but you get that here too."
They'd nodded.
(And she hadn't told them about Voldemort or Death Eaters or the war, because then they'd make her leave it all behind and come home to them, and she couldn't do that. No.)
"Get a degree, get a job, maybe someday send my own kids to Hogwarts . . ."
Everything they'd taught her with their own lives.
(Because it was what she would have done for her own daughter.)
Day/Theme: 10th August / Way of difference
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Hermione
Rating: G
She really isn't that different from her parents, and she tells them so each time she goes home for the holidays.
"It's all precision, you see."
That had gone down well.
(They noticed her teeth. She'd said, "It was a spell that went wrong, and when they fixed it they put my teeth right," and didn't feel any guilt about the lie.)
"You have to get things absolutely right. You learn what you're working on and then you learn how it connects to other things and then you learn how to change them." Teeth, nerves, repair. "And we also go into primary care -- preventing magical accidents in the first place, they've got a whole department at the Ministry about that, Ron's father works in it."
They liked that. They'd liked Mr. Weasley, who was admittedly a likeable person.
(She wasn't going to actually tell them what Mr. Weasley was like at his job. That would only worry them. She didn't want to worry them.)
"And then there's all the connected issues; sociological, methodology, history, research, new advances . . ."
That usually veered into a discussion of the latest dental techniques they'd been working on, which was an acceptable direction for the conversation.
(When she thought about the Unforgivable Curses, she consoled herself with thoughts that there were perfectly normal non-magical ways of killing people, and she could have learned those just as easily, so it really didn't matter that she didn't tell her parents about what she could do now. With a swish and a flick.)
"I suppose the money's no worse than pounds and shillings and pence used to be."
They'd framed some of the wizardly currency and put it on a shelf in the china cupboard. She had to laugh. It looked just like normal antique coins. Nobody would bother looking.
(Slughorn gave value for money; he might operate his own little patronage network and profit from it, but it worked. She'd made contacts. She was getting somewhere.)
"And, well -- I suppose it's a lot like anywhere, really. You get bigots and prejudice, but you get that here too."
They'd nodded.
(And she hadn't told them about Voldemort or Death Eaters or the war, because then they'd make her leave it all behind and come home to them, and she couldn't do that. No.)
"Get a degree, get a job, maybe someday send my own kids to Hogwarts . . ."
Everything they'd taught her with their own lives.
(Because it was what she would have done for her own daughter.)