It's a Flourish & Blotts Sort of Morning -- OPEN

[nathanyal]

[atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/11gmxzs.jpg); border: 4px double #939393, bTable] nathanyal SAY GOODBYE, AS WE DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2dcg97c.jpg); border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8]The morning was chilly, even if the chirping of the birds made it seem like spring. It had obviously rained the night before, as was the norm in this part of the world. The sky was low hanging, as if the clouds were still heavy. The world threatened to grow dim once more, shrouded in the misting of the rain. There was no wind, which was something to be thankful for... possibly. The sound of gravel crunching beneath his feet was calming, almost soothing. It seemed like ritual for him, one foot after another, with almost painful acuracy. His steps were measured, unintentionally. You see, he'd taken this route before, nearly a hundred times. It was his morning walk toward the Alley from the outside. His feet would soon meet cobblestone, the sound of his heels clacking against the stonework rythmically. Almost to the beat of a drum. Suddenly there was a bustling around him, people hurrying off to do their shopping. Items. Yes... items. Things needed to years of learning. What he would give to go back to those days, the days when all was simple. No. Not those days. He looked up, finding his reflection in the glass of a windowpane. No... not those days. The days after. Almost as if on que, he thought he saw a glimpse in the window, platinum hair careening off in another direction. He turned, his movements swift, nearly shocking. It was gone. No... not those days. His school days were nothing to him now. No.. the days after, meant so much more. A sigh escaped his pale lips, chilled by the air, it could be seen in a puff. The grasping of his coat made him suddenly aware of someone next to him. He looked below himself at Edwin, who was looking up at him with sad eyes. He looked away, as a voice rang out over the bustling. "Saw her again, did'jya sir?" Edwin, his trusted house elf, asked gently, not wishing to cause any more pain than had already been caused to his master. Nathanyal nodded solemnly, another puff of air from his warm lungs. "She was here. Years ago. Yet I feel her now." He whispered, the words sounding silly to his ears, she wasn't here, it had been over twenty years since she had been. She was there, laying in the Earth, at their estate. He closed his eyes, a half hearted smile on his lips, hollow, Edwin knew this, it was easy to tell. He sighed again. "Time to go inside my good friend, see the haul this round." With those words, he and his house elf entered Flourish & Blotts. The door clanging closed behind him as he stopped into the warmth, Edwin at his side. He closed his striking green eyes and inhaled the scent of aging pages deeply. He almost smiled. For a moment he was back there, 19 years old, short cut hair, leaned over in a corner with her at his side, watching her as she poured over a book and refusing to allow him to purchase it for her, even though she knew full well it was going home with her... no matter how much she fussed at him. He opened his eyes somberly and walked further in, nodding to a few people as he did so. Edwin toddled off for a moment, seeing another house elf he knew. He waved to his master and Nathanyal nodded, as if Edwin really needed permission... not after all these years. Edwin knew he could go if he wished, he'd been freed over 20 years ago, but he stayed, to help his friend in mourning. Nathanyal walked, alone, toward the counter to speak to the clerk. "I believe you owled me about a new shipment..." He said simply, before the clerk really had a chance to greet him. The clerk nodded knowingly before motioning him to the side of the store. Nathanyal went toward the books immediately, his hand reaching out for the nearest one, his eyes already scanning the pages as he opened the book...

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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]550 WORDS FOR nathanyal can't wait to see where this thread will go ! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Flourish and Blotts was, naturally, Hermione's first stop that morning in Diagon Alley. It was the very first year that she'd come without her parents, but with all of the bad news recently, she didn't want Muggles, especially her mother and father that she loved so much, anywhere near this place. She'd be going to the Burrow tomorrow to spend what was left of her summer with her two best friends and the Weasley family but before then she'd need some extra books to keep her occupied. As much as she loved the Weasleys, they didn't have many books around the house. Which drove Hermione insane. So here she was, carrying what meager money she had in her purse, walking down Diagon Alley as she had for years. It probably hadn't been the smartest thing, coming here alone, but Hermione couldn't possible bother anyone else but her parents to come with her, and goodness knows that bringing her parents along would have been even more stupid of an idea. She just simply wouldn't mention this little escapade to any of her friends. If they asked her where she suddenly got new books... well... oh, forget it. Hermione had never been much of a liar. She had no idea what she was going to say. She'd think of that and worry about it later. If they found out, well, there was no use crying over spilled milk. At least that was what her mother always said. And Hermione believed her. The bell jingled as Hermione pushed the door open, and the smell of parchment hit her, and suddenly young Granger was home. She loved books. If she could marry inanimate objects, Hermione Granger would probably not only marry a book, she'd be a polygamist. She passed by the front desk, where the clerk only smiled at her. You know you were a frequent customer when the employees there recognized you, but when had Hermione ever cared what other people thought? After all, it was her love for books that had gotten her this far in life. Besides, the store should probably be thankful for all the business she'd brought it over the years. A smile came to her face as she thought about it, and only shook her head and immediately went to browse amongst the shelves. Only a minute later Hermione realized that it was probably going to be difficult finding a book she hadn't already read. It was as Hermione was browsing she shelves that something caught her eye. Or, rather, a someone. A house elf, standing next to a rather tall man, and instantly Hermione's heart thudded. While she'd grown out of her passionate S.P.E.W. phase, she definitely still had a soft spot for the small creatures. She no longer had time to knit and sew for them (and Hermione was fairly sure she'd been rubbish at it anyway), but she still hated seeing them so. Feeling a little nip of bravery, Hermione Granger slipped the book she'd been looking at back into the shelves and walked right over to the man with an indignant expression on her face. "Excuse me, sir," she quipped. "But is this your house elf? You are aware that keeping such an innocent creature in bondage is not only cruel but also inhumane?" [/style]

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[nathanyal]

[atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/11gmxzs.jpg); border: 4px double #939393, bTable] benjamin SAY GOODBYE, AS WE DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2dcg97c.jpg); border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8]Enthralling... was the first word that came to mind. This novel was beautifully written. He couldn't have done better, the imagery... the detail... it was breathtaking. He turned the page, Venice... he'd never been there... this person, thus muggle, was showing him a world he'd never been. Venice was his next stop, his next location. He'd been to Rome, twice... he hadn't been to Italy in twenty years. He closed his eyes. "Alina..." He whispered. Would she come with him too. He closed the book, put it the side, it was going home with him today. He took hold of the next book, more worn than the last, it's age showed. The pages cracked slightly as he opened it, the scent of age filling his nostrils like the sweetness of wine. He almost smiled. His fingers slid across the page silently, he could feel the indention of the pages, as if it were speaking to him, telling him the story before his eyes even met the words. This novel was hand typed. Regardless of it's contents, it too, would find its way to his library. He set the book down. As his hand reached toward the next book, he haulted for a moment. A voice rang out in his ears, a small, though irritated voice. He turned to a barrage from a young one with curls down her back and passionate eyes. He stood silently as she told him about how disdainful it was that he had a house elf and that the creature's bondage was unfair. He quirked his brow. He leaned to the side slightly, his deep Brit words ringing out past the girl and toward Edwin. "Edwin... His house elf walked over to him and smiled up at him gently, "Yes'ir?" Nathanyal motioned to the girl in front of him. "She believes me to be inhumane... because apparently I own you still." Edwin couldn't help but chuckle and turn himself toward the young woman. He straightened his corderoy jacket slightly and smiled up at her with bright eyes. "Miss? I apologize for the confussion, but I am a free Elf. I remain with Mr. Cain because I wish to." He said gently to her, not wishing to offend. Nathanyal was already back to his books, reaching for the next one and opening it as he spoke. "I gave him an entire wardrobe twenty years ago..." He stated, turning around once more to face the young lady, his hand holding another book. "I just can't get rid of the little devil. He seems to enjoy telling me what to do." He said to her, his eyes shimmering in slight amusement. Edwin laughed outright, shaking his head, his ears flopping around his face slightly. The most amusing part of that statement was the truth within it... Edwin was more like a nanny than a house elf. Edwin looked back up to the young lady with a soft and gentle smile. "I promise you, Miss, I am not here out of my own will, I am not here because I am forced. I remain in his service, as his friend. And as you can see." Edwin motioned to his modest, yet tailored attire. "I am well taken care of in return." He continued to smile at the girl, Nathanyal having long since become lost in another book, his eyes scanning over the words as his lips remained silent.

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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]496 WORDS FOR nathanyal GAH so few words. -shot- imma sorry that this post is short like this, but honestly i wasn't sure how long hermione's stuttering apology could last. feel free to hit me virtually if you wish. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]It had been fourth year when Hermione had first started noticing the house elves' plight in the wizarding world, and ever since it had been a passionate matter close to her heart. Many of the other students at Hogwarts, even her own best friends, had teased her mercilessly for it, but it had been many years ago that the bookworm had become immune to such comments. And Hermione had taken it up as her own individual fight against the unjust purebloods, as it was really only pureblood families that seemed to have such slaves working under them. While that hadn't been her original goal, it was slowly becoming her own way of fighting her own kind of war. Though, of course, with a real war brewing, hers was probably going to have to be put to the side. On the contrary, that didn't mean that Hermione would stop pointing out injustice when she saw it. In fact, if there was ever a time to do it, that time was now. But the response she received both from the man and his house elf left Hermione speechless. The house elf, whose name she'd learned was Edwin, reminded her a great deal of Dobby. He was well-spoken, but it was more of what he said that completely caught her off guard. Hermione blinked, her mind at a standstill for a few seconds, before she finally recovered. Her face went a bright red in embarrassment, and she bit her lip as she backed away a step. "I, er, I apologize, Mr. Edwin," she said anxiously, noting his dressed attire for the first time. Normally, Hermione pursued the subject, as she sensed that many house elves that said that were only saying it because of their nature, but Edwin appeared to be different. For one thing, he was very well dressed for such a little creature, and what he said was something of a more convincing stature than she'd heard from other elves. If there was one thing Hermione hated in all the world, it was probably admitting that she was wrong. "And, sir, I'm so sorry if I caused a disturbance," she said to the man, looking down and tugging at her blouse so as to avoid looking at him in humiliation. "My name is Hermione Granger, and it's just that house elf suffrage has been my passion for a few years now. I do hope you'll forgive me. I just... I just spoke my mind, is all. I suppose I'd best start controlling that." She was rambling, she knew, so she cleared her throat and looked back up only to see that he appeared to be paying her no attention at all, that his gaze was still on a book in his hands. Instantly, Hermione's face went to a frown. When she was speaking such a degrading apology, she expected to be listened to. "Excuse me, sir, but I do believe that I've been apologizing to you, Mr...?" [/style]

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[nathanyal]

[atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/11gmxzs.jpg); border: 4px double #939393, bTable] benjamin SAY GOODBYE, AS WE DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2dcg97c.jpg); border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8]Throughout the torrid affair, Nathanyal was fixated on another book, but that didn't change the fact that he'd also been listening to what the young girl was saying. She seemed particularly embarrassed that she'd been corrected at all. The look in her eyes was not confrontational, yet they still remained passionate, as if she was still looking for a reason not to be wrong. Though in his mind, she wasn't exactly wrong... she was simply misinformed about the situation, which caused her to draw conclusions not congruent with the truth. She frowned, had he lost his train of thought again, staring down at his book, not her. Well, wasn't he terribly rude. His book slapped shut, the small thud of board hitting paper and the wisp of air that followed, sending another marvelous scent of age around him. He faltered, before looking back to the girl and attempting a smile. Regrettably, it wasn't his best smile, but the gentlemen didn't make a habit out of smiling, in fact, he could likely count on one hand the times he'd truly smiled in the past twenty years... so few and far between they were. He sighed simply, before speaking politely to the young lady. "Miss, I do apologize if I seemed to not be listening to you. It happens sometimes, when a piece of written word strikes me so fully that I lose all concentration on the world around me. You seem to be the understanding sort and I do so hope that you will pardon my horrendous social fuax pa." He nestled the book to his diaphragm, his other hand sliding to the back of himself as he bent from the waist, his eyes remaining upon hers as he bowed. Straightening back up, he looked over to Edwin, who seemed moments away from giggling like a school girl. His brow quirked. "Edwin... are you about to have a moment?" Edwin shook his head and breathed deep. "No sir, I'll be fine sir. If you don't mind sir, there is something I'd like to look for while we're here sir... I've finished my last book and have heard of another of it's kind, I must say I am delighted to hear of it and wish to seek it out." Edwin then bowed politely to Hermione and kissed her hand gently. "It was lovely to make your acquaintance Miss Granger, I do hope to see you again sometime." After which he nodded to Nathanyal and toddled off down the aisle. Nathanyal followed after him with his gaze for a moment before turning his attention back to Hermione. "Well, now that he's done being shameless... I believe this conversation warrants a proper introduction. I am Nathanyal Cain, you may call me Nathanyal. I hear already that your name is Hermione Granger. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Granger. I believe I've heard of you around town a bit, seems you and your two friends are rather famous." He spoke politely, though his voice was not overly proper, it's deepness soothing, like warm cocoa, dark and rich. He then turned slightly and rested the book, that was in his hand, upon the small stack he'd been accumulating. "Flourish & Blotts gets new shipments of books every week... did you know that?" He asked her inquisitively. "I have a rather expansive library at home and happen to be in the hunt of particular books that meet my interest, as well as first editions of any books I may find." He looked over at his stack fondly for a moment before turning his attention back to the fiery young woman before him. "Might I inquire, Miss Granger, as to your hunt today? If I am not being too forward?" He said to her kindly.

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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]695 WORDS FOR nathanyal not sure how well my muse is running at this point, but i hope you like it. ^^ hermione luffles her bookies. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]To be perfectly honest, this entire situation made Hermione Granger quite nervous. She had never been a particularly confrontational person, although when times called for it, she could certainly rise to the occasion. Like now, for example, although now that the official spark had defused... Hermione was feeling very out of her comfort zone. She very much wanted to go back to the shelves of books and forget what had just happened, mostly for the sake of her own dignity. Then she was rather surprised when he ended up being the one who apologized for her. Hermione couldn't have any of that. "Oh, no, sir, it's quite my fault. I shouldn't have assumed..." Ugh, it seemed as though her years around Harry and Ron had rubbed off on her. Six years ago, she never would have sound herself in this kind of situation. At least he hadn't been ignoring her, though now that she thought about it... she was fairly sure that this was the kind of man that she could tolerate being around. And as in tolerate, she could probably be quite thrilled. He looked like someone who enjoyed books almost as much as she did - of course, because she was certain that there was nobody in the world who appreciated books as much as Hermione Granger did. It was a passion that her dearest friends had never been able to understand, nor had they ever participated in it, but that wasn't to say that they didn't appreciate her bookish ways, considering as they had gotten them out of scraps on numerous occasions. Her gaze went to the house elf Edwin, and Hermione found herself smiling. Even the house elf, it seemed, had something of a passion for reading. Without even thinking about it, Hermione did her best to curtsy to the elf at his farewell. "It was an honor to meet you as well, Mr. Edwin. I hope you find what you're looking for." And, with a nervous and reasonably guilty heart, she turned her attention back to the man who was accompanying the creature. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Cain, though I really am sorry for just now," Hermione said. While not completely ignoring his admittance to call him Nathanyal, it was just something that Hermione was never used to. Perhaps it had been her Muggle upbringing, but she had never been able to grasp the concept of calling an adult by their first name. And so she stuck to the proper titles that she was used to. A small smile played over her lips at his recognition of her, but the smile vanished all too quickly. "Yes, perhaps that was a little foolish of me to announce who I am. With everything going on, you can understand why I might feel a tad more on edge than normal. In fact, I probably shouldn't be here at all on my own, but I couldn't wait for a trip to Flourish and Blotts." Hermione honestly wanted to slap herself. First she had recklessly accused the man, and now she was babbling? She felt ridiculous. But then he shifted the subject to something that made Hermione's brown eyes glow with enthusiasm and wonder. Books. Books, books, books, books, books. This topic of conversation brought a serene, natural smile to her face and a brightness to her eyes that hadn't been there before. "As a matter of fact, I didn't know that. With school and all, I unfortunately don't get to come here very often to shop, though this is my favorite store, I must say," Hermione said, all apologies gone from her tone. She was now in her element, in a conversation in which she felt wholly comfortable no matter who it was with. "Oh, of course it isn't too bold! I'll be headed somewhere else for the summer tomorrow, and unfortunately where I'm headed, there aren't any books I haven't read. I'm looking for perhaps some books that could teach me something new. Or just an entertaining read. I planned on spending most of my day here, actually. I love to just browse the shelves. That's mostly how I find what I want." [/style]

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[nathanyal]

[atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/11gmxzs.jpg); border: 4px double #939393, bTable] benjamin SAY GOODBYE, AS WE DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2dcg97c.jpg); border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8]He watched her in silence as she went though yet another apology. He was going to stop her, he really was, but it seemed as though she needed to get it off her chest before the conversation could move forward. He noted the use of his surname, not minding it, understanding the reasoning. He noted the hint of desperation in her voice as she spoke of how it was her fault and she really shouldn't have rushed into conclusions. Again, he felt as though, once she was able to get things off her chest, the morning would go much more smooth. It seemed, at the mention of books, she was ever so enthralled in discussing them, he could help but smile just a hint, a small quiver of the corner of his lip to the right. He knew this feeling, this overwhelming thirst and it was not often he saw it in others. This young lady must be a rare breed indeed. He believe he would enjoy conversing with this young lady, it she too, would enjoy such with him. It is not often one meets a person from a different generation that shares in the same love as themselves. Once again, he rested his hands at his stomach and at his back, bowing from the waist, his eyes never leaving hers as he did so. "Well, Miss Granger, if you would do me the honor of accompanying me throughout the store today, we could serve two purposes..." He straightened back up slowly and explained further. "We could fulfill one purpose, in finding companionship in one another, enjoying a day filled with conversation of our mutual adoration and thirst for knowledge through reading... and--" He paused for a moment, one again, an ever so slight smile on his face. "You would not longer be considered as 'on your own'... as you would have a chaperon." He nodded, knowingly, when she spoke of being taught something new from reading. He had spent many years of his life culminating the works that are within his library, he had even began writing his own novel, about the places he'd been and the people he'd met, witches, wizards, even the muggles that astounded him. "Well..." he said simply, stepping to the side so that she could see the decent sized stack of books behind him. "Why don't we start here then? The new arrivals to the store are usually put on this table. I like to start here in my search for new and exciting things to read, before looking for first editions on the older shelves. Perhaps you'd enjoy taking a look?" He asked her, before grabbing the book nearest to him and ran his fingers along the cover. He heard a giggle, and then a whisper. "Why do you do that?" He looked down at the book and could hear himself, years ago, whisper back. "To feel the age... the love of the previous owner." He heard the giggle again and then it was gone. The flashback faded away just as fast as it'd come, he slid open the cover of the book and looked at the aged pages. Reading the title and turning the pages for a moment, scanning it's contents..

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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]748 WORDS FOR nathanyal that's a bit better post. and i caught on, so never fear. ;3 i really think these two will had an interesting day. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Never before in her life had Hermione ever encountered a person who had a love for books as much as she did. Though, it would seem, she had finally found someone who did. Funny how fate seemed to have a way of doing things these days. She found herself smiling, charmed, as Mr. Cain bowed to her and offered to accompany her. If she had been nervous at all before about his allegiances (then again, what silly Death Eater would even have the brain capacity to pick up a book let alone enjoy it?), she had absolutely no concerns now. Though she had no skirt with which to curtsy, she still did her best to anyway with a small laugh. "It would be my pleasure, Mr. Cain," Hermione replied dutifully, and also rather excitedly. Not even her parents had been so willing to allow her to spend an entire day among books. It felt like this was her birthday, or some other grand occasion, and she felt very much like a child in a store full of sweets. "This really is quite kind of you," she then admitted, somewhat bashfully. It wasn't often that she was subjected to the kindness of strangers like this. "I don't know what to say but 'thank you.'" Hermione vaguely wondered if her parents would be concerned at how long she would be today. Granted, they knew very well that the only place in which their daughter got easily distracted was a book store, particularly one as renowned as Flourish and Blotts. Their many visits to Diagon Alley had proved that many times over. And the pile of books that Hermione always came out with never failed to astound them either. Hermione had brought her own personal allowance money today, having had it converted to wizarding Galleons and Sickles already, though she wasn't entirely sure how far it was going to get her. But she wasn't particularly picky. Something new. That was all she was looking for. Something that would keep her occupied at the Burrow when she wasn't spending time or having fun with Harry and the Weasleys, and whoever else might be there. Unfortunately for her, though, of course, running around did tend to bore her after a while, and every night before going to bed she always read a little to settle her mind. Yes, Hermione was rather afraid that she would need the many books that she planned to buy. If Hermione's mouth watered on a regularly basis, it would be doing so now when Nathanyal stepped back to reveal the stacks of books behind him. Her eyes widened in wonder and awe as she approached them, coming to stand next to Mr. Cain and staring down at them as though she was staring down at something heaven-sent. "Oh, they're glorious," she breathed. She reached out to touch one of the leather-bound volumes as if she were stroking a rare creature with soft fur. "How many first editions do you own?" she then decided to ask, just out of pure curiosity. Carefully, she picked up the leather-bound volume that had been sitting on top of one of the stacks, and Hermione held her breath for fear that one tiny puff of air would make it fall apart. She stroked the cover, looking down at it in adoration. If Hermione was one to drool, she would be. She'd never been given such an extraordinary opportunity, and this was simply marvelous. As old and original this book felt in her hands, it saddened her to know that it would be not wise nor practical to try and take it home with her. "As soon as I have my own home, the first thing I plan to do is install a library myself," she declared softly, as if a normal-volume voice would disturb the book practically nestled in her arms like a baby. "Although, I have absolutely no idea where I'd find such money. I don't even have enough to purchase this beauty, I'm sure. Thank goodness I plan on looking amongst the cheaper volumes. These are wondrous, though, I must say," she remarked wistfully. It was then that her eyes wandered over to Mr. Cain, and her eyebrows furrowed with concern. It looked as though he was thinking about something. Something sad, perhaps something painful. "Are you alright, Mr. Cain?" she asked anxiously. Though, of course, at that moment he pulled out another book and had begun to look at it. [/style]

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[atrb=width,240] Nathanyal could not help but smile down at the young girl as she peered through the masses of books at the splendorous bounty. It truly was a wonderment to behold, the passion in her eyes for the written word, it had him near awestruck. Perhaps there was hope for this generation yet? He chuckled at the thought, it must be true, for he was staring down at a rare child indeed. It was not often that one so young could openly converse on a common topic with one of his age. Of course was he was not terribly old, just 42 this year, but it did not change the fact that most teenagers nowadays were not accustomed to the simply enjoyments that those of other years were. He peered down at the book in his hands, before leaning against the wall to continue his conversation with this astounding young lady. She looked upon the books as if they'd been sent from above, as if God himself wished for her to view such glory and beauty. He rather enjoy that look in her eyes and was pleased that he was the one to show her something that gave her such joy. When the question of how many first editions were currently owned by him came up, Nathanyal thought for a moment, the look on her proud quizzical and pondering, it would take a moment for him to remember the exact number, as he had recently purchased some lovely first editions at the Cairo National Library in Egypt, just days before. "Well, let me see... I believe about 457. If my tallying of recent purchases proves correct. I usually know the number you see..." He looked down at her with an amused sort of grin. "But just yesterday I'd returned from the Cairo National Library where Edwin and I picked up a rather decent amount of novels, a good many first editions as well... that was a very, VERY worth while trip." He said to her gently, his mind already swirling with the pleasant memories of comfortably chairs that creaked with age and the scent of sand mingling with incense and worn pages. He frowned ever so slightly at her mention of the lack of ability to purchase such a collection. He nodded though, understanding. It had taken him twenty years to amass his library and that was with a living from his job at the Ministry and then with the passing of his parents, his inheritance. Though something about this young girl, and no... it wasn't the fact that she was near famous at this point in time, for all she'd done and her friend being "the chosen one"... it was something else, something more about her lead him to believe that she would someday have the library she wished... that she would reach her goals. He seemed to be lost in thought when she spoke, though he wasn't sure if it was thoughts of Alina or silent prayers for this young girl's good fortune that were swirling around in his mind at the moment. Still, he looked to Hermione when she spoke to him, asking if something was the matter. He shook his head. "Passing memory, nothing to be worried about. This entire city brings back memories of my times at Hogwarts and the years beyond it, my friends and family, loved ones and the like. They sometimes slip into my mind when I am in places that hold such fond thoughts." He chuckled softly, hoping to ease her worry, and opening another book. Suddenly, a thought struck him, so many of these novels she was not privy to, had not the time to come to the shop on a regular basis... and from what he knew of Hogwarts, their library was useful, but titles from other countries were not needed. "Perhaps sometime you and your friends could come to my estate? On break for a day or so, I have a large expansive grounds that the gents could practice Quidditch on, if that is their fancy. You could then take a peruse at my library... I think you'll find it most agreeable, currently holds the record for largest private collection in all of England, if I am not mistaken. We'd have to ask Edwin on the exact specifics, he do so adores talking about the library's awards." He sighed softly, it was looking more and more like Edwin owned him instead of Nathanyal actually employing Edwin. He set down the book on his stack and took another from the stack. "Ah... another Venetian work... marvelous." He whispered, not quite sure if it was to himself or to his lovely counterpart of the day. Then another thought came to his mind. "You say you have a wide thirst for knowledge... as do I. Perhaps, an arrangement can be made... let's say a new book each time you finish one." He paused and looked over to her, book in hand. "I send you a book, like borrowing from the school library. You read it at your leisure and send it back, upon which I shall send you another book, this time of a different topic or local entirely. If such books you read you find you wish to own someday, write them down, until then... my library is like your private one, free roam sort to speak." It was not often that Nathanyal would do something like this, actually it was more often never... but this girl seemed genuinely interested in the written word and because of his substantial amount of money, he purchased new books on a weekly, sometimes daily basis... she would likely never run out of things to read, as long as she wished it..

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]785 WORDS FOR nathanyal the posts are getting longer. hooray! but anywho, flustered hermione be flustered. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Now this book that Hermione had pulled from the stack looked a lot closer to her price range. A brand new copy, it seemed, of a recounting of an ancient wizarding battle that took place in Scotland. It wasn't precisely what she was looking for, but for curiosity purposes, she flicked through the crisp white pages. Briefly, she wondered if there would be any final battle against Lord Voldemort and his legion of followers, or if everything was going to be done quietly behind the scenes. Would their final confrontation be anything like this? Horror after horror awaited Hermione as she looked through this novel, description of death after death. Knowing that looking further into this book would only upset her or worry her, she snapped it shut and placed it back on the table with the others. Mr. Cain then proceeded to inform her of how many books he had in his collection, and the number caused Hermione to raise her eyebrows in complete awe. "That's incredible!" she exclaimed. "How on earth did you manage to collect so many books? How long did it take you?" Hermione hadn't even been aware that it was physically possible to gather so many volumes, or monetarily, for that matter. It registered to her that she had to have been standing in the presence of at least a considerably wealthy man. Especially, then, when he mentioned that he had just been to the Cairo National Library. What it must have been like, to see such a place. The only libraries that Hermione had ever been to were the ones in her Muggle gradeschool, the one at Hogwarts, and the small public one in Bristol, merely two blocks from her home there. To be able to travel the globe in search of books... it was just amazing and awe-inspiring to think about. "How often do you go to such exotic places to find books? And what sparked your interest to visit Cairo?" Hermione felt she was just bubbling with questions, but she couldn't exactly help it. Her eyes softened, of course, when he began to talk about passing memories, and Hermione wondered if those memories made him sad or happy. She also thought about, when she got older, would she have those same kind of moments? She watched him carefully, looking for any other signs that he was not alright, but found none. His interested had gone back to the the books at hand, and so she decided that would not pester him about it. After all, he appeared to be fine once she'd recalled his attention. The invitation caught Hermione off-guard, just as the one to accompany her before had. She smiled shyly, knowing very well how her two best friends would probably react. Passing along the invitation involved telling them that she had come to Diagon Alley alone, and goodness only knew what kind of arguments that would bring up. However, Hermione was very honored and would give it some thought, indeed. She dipped her head in acknowledgement of the generous offer. "I'll certainly pass it along, thank you, Mr. Cain," she said graciously. The thought of actually seeing his library, of seeing all the volumes, was just as wonderful as it was intriguing. To see 457 books all lined up neatly on sheleves? Hermione could only dream of it. "It would be an honor to see your estate, and of course, the library. I'm sure that that I would love to hear Edwin talk about the place, it sounds so wondrous." Maybe she would bring it up to Harry and Ron. She really did want to see this library, though she knew that by asking Harry and Ron, she would have to take it up with practically the entire Order. The idea made her wince inwardly. And then he proposed an arrangement. A wonderful, breathtaking, but impossible arrangement. Hermione's eyes widened at the prospect, and she stared up at Nathanyal as if he were something sent from above. The fates really must have had this planned out, because she honestly couldn't imagine anything better coming from today. Her shy smile turned into a full out grin, as her brown eyes filled with wonder and excitement. "Oh, Mr. Cain, that sounds absolutely marvelous,"

[/color] she said. "But I don't see how I could accept such a generous offer. I don't have much money to pay you with, I'm afraid. In case you didn't already know, I'm a Muggleborn, and my parents make only an adequate amount of money. I would just have to pay you for such kind services, or repay you in some way." Her eyes were full of concern now that she really thought about it.[/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table]

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s o t h e r e i sa mo m e n t i n l i f e

when everything becomes perfectly clear and it just

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[atrb=width,240] Nathanyal peered at the title of the novel that was set back. He blinked, sliding it away from him. No one wanted to think on war during the trials that seemed to be set forth around England. There was no doubt in Nathanyal's mind that the Dark Lord was once again on the rise. He'd been there, the moment feelings started swirling about the first time. He'd been too late to save Alina from the terrible fate she'd endured on account of the beast. He slid his hand in his waistcoat, taking out his watch and flicking it open, a picture of Alina resting in the top, aged and worn. He sighed before looking back to Hermione as she asked him more questions about his library. "Oh, well... actually... 457 books are only my first editions. I have many, many more books that are not first editions. I have, hm, likely over a thousand books in my library, along with transcripts, manuscripts, blueprints, papers, articles and anything else I could get my hand on that was worth keeping. As for how long it took me, I inherited my home from my father and mother. My father did his best to keep the library stocked for me as a child, though he lacked a bit. But I admired him greatly for his effort. When he passed I moved back home and took over the estate and began building the library up more." He smiled fondly for a moment, remembering mapping out all the locations he wished to visit, all the places he wanted to go. He remembered telling Edwin to leave, along with all of the other hired help, in his most deprave hour. He handed Edwin a suit and said he was free to go, Edwin... seeing the young master's pain, after just losing his mother not a year prior and then his father, after losing his wife 10 years before, he decided to stay on. Edwin became a friend then, and they planned out the library's rebirth together, it was their baby. "I started building my stock of first editions much before that though. I simply moved what I had when my father passed. It has taken me over twenty years to gain the stock of first editions and bring my father's gift to me to fruition. Over twenty years and over forty countries later. I attempt to take a trip every spring and every winter, to a different country, to find books from their authors, in their words... to bring here for myself." He sighed gently and looked to her. "I have no greater gift in this world than my gift of knowledge and my friend who stood beside me, walked with me, on my journeys. Edwin, though he may seem rather small... is by far my most trusted companion. He journeys with me, choosing his own books to add to our collection. When I pass away, I hope to donate my estate to someone deserving of it. Someone who shall care for it the way we did." He motioned for her to follow him as he pushed off of the wall, walking over to a pair of worn arm chairs. He took a seat and leaned back, crossing his legs and pondering. What had interested him about Cairo? "Well, a good friend of mine used to speak of the Egyptians often. He used to tell me of how they were the creators of some rather powerful spells and charms. As such, my interest had been peeked for many years as to their secrets, their past. So this year, I decided, why not take a trip there and see what I can learn? So I did. I rather enjoyed it actually." He leaned forward a bit. "Perish the thought Miss Granger. The only payment I ask is that you learn from my novels and you broaden your horizons. I have books from forty different countries, on topics as diverse as the people who wrote them. All I ask in return for my lending you the books is that you take something from them, you become better for reading them." The smile on his lips was genuine. This young girl showed perhaps the most diligent mind he'd encountered in many years. It was refreshing and inspiring. He thought for a few moments, going silent before having yet another idea... he seemed rather full of them today. "I would be most honored, if you and your parents would join me at my estate for supper one evening before school begins." He said, nodding most decidedly. "I will not take no for an answer, you may even invite your friends and their families. It has been a very long time since I've had company at my home and I am sure Edwin would adore it if you'd join us. Not to mention, your parents being muggles... I am sure there is something about the world of muggles that I could learn from them. I do love speaking to new people." He said, resting his hand on the arm of the chair, feeling along it's tattered velvet.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1175 WORDS FOR nathanyal my longest post on the site yet! nathanyal brings out the wordiness in hermione. <3 DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]For the briefest moment, Hermione's mind was drawn away from the books and into a far grimmer and darker place, a place she wasn't particularly fond of. But the book she'd look at a moment before, the telling of the wizarding battle, had deeply taken root in her worries. Because, of course, it made her think of the upcoming war. It felt as though the entire wizarding world was standing on a precipice, just waiting to plunge into the horrors and fights that awaited them. All of it because some simple idiots felt themselves better than people like her. Hermione wondered why. At the end of the day, was all this really worth fighting over? It was interesting to think about, to say the least. But Hermione was shaken from these grim thoughts as Nathanyal brought her attention back to books (her favorite subject to think about), and once again wonderment became her primary emotion. The sheer number of books this man seemed to have absolutely amazed her, and it showed in her chocolate brown eyes as they continued to grow impossibly wider. "Sooner or later, my parents may have to start a library in our home too, though not by their own accord," Hermione decided to muse. Over the years, she'd acquired so many books, that they filled the shelves in her room and even, at this point, took up more space than her clothes did. Other girls went shopping for hair accessories and jewelry - Hermione went shopping for books. It was just the way her mind worked, and she knew she was blessed enough to have parents that accepted her for who she was. He told her about all the time it had taken him to acquire so many books, and about his companionship with Edwin the house elf. Hearing of Mr. Cain speak of his partner so highly, immediately made her feel ashamed once more of how she's initially reacted to seeing them here. Her eyes flickered downward, the only hint that she still felt slightly guilty about the situation, though Hermione was a person who could move on fairly easily from her embarrassments. Or, at least, ignore them for the time being. "You must have such an excellent time, being able to travel the world in search of new things to lean." It was a lifestyle that Hermione could only dream of, of course. "Are there any countries you haven't been to? Any books you've never been able to get your hands on?" Her curiosity felt as though it had no end. "And I'm sure you'll find someone to pass along your estate to. Don't you have relatives who would take equal pleasure in caring for all your books?" And if he did, Hermione would certainly love to meet them. She wondered what her future held, if she would ever have someone she would want to pass on her belongings to. Would her children, if she were to ever have them, share her love for the written word? There was only so much a girl could guess when she was seventeen years old. Without thinking, really, Hermione followed Nathanyal wordlessly. It made her feel almost excited to know that their encounter wouldn't be ending any time soon, and she went to take the other armchair he had left unoccupied. She sat down, trying very much to look like an elegant young lady, folding her hands on her lap and crossing her legs. Hermione leaned forward, her body language not so subtly showing that she had great interest in what Mr. Cain had to say, and her eyes suggested that she drank every word of his in, as though she were listening to a professor's lecture at Hogwarts. "I imagine it must have been fair wonderful," Hermione said wistfully about Cairo. "I've always loved reading about foreign magic. My friend Ron and his family went to Egypt a few years back. He didn't bring me any books though." She didn't sound bitter about that last statement as much as she did just jealous. Hermione had never stepped foot off Britain, except for that very short trip she and her family had taken to France when she was just a young girl. Even then, because of her young age, she couldn't remember much about it. "My family's never quite had the money to go places so exotic. I hope I'll get to go someday, once I'm on my own and have money to spend," she said hopefully, wishfully imagining her own wild journeys around the world. However, his adamant protesting of not letting her pay him disturbed Hermione. Not in a true disturbing kind of way, but in a sense that she wanted to be able to repay him. Badly. "I'll find a way to repay you," she declared boldly. "Somehow." That last bit was mumbled, not necessarily for his ears, but she said it all the same. The "payment" he was asking for was a no-brainer. Of course she would learn from the many volumes he was bound to send her way, and the kind offer still astounded her. Hermione had never been one to naturally take to the kindness of strangers, though her parents often tried to enforce the idea that everyone was a good person in the end. (However, there were a number of individuals that Hermione was quite certain were rotten to the core, no matter which way you looked at it.) "It's just that it's a very generous offer, Mr. Cain, and it's far more valuable than you could possibly imagine. To me, at least." She was fairly sure that even her parents wouldn't believe it if she told them. The invitation to visit his estate came again, and Hermione suddenly found herself strongly yearning to go. She found herself more relaxed now, though she didn't lean back in her chair. Her elbows now found their way to her legs, and she supported herself on them as she considered how to respond to the second kind offer he'd given to her today. "I'm sure my parents would love to come and visit," she said eagerly, though she wasn't positive that they would believe her if she were to say anything. "They're always interested in the wizarding world, their daughter being a part of it and all, and I think they'd love talking to you too. As for my friends... I don't know how their families would feel about it." Mostly because the Weasleys were a part of the Order, and Hermione was certain that they would find it very hard to trust anyone, particularly a kind stranger. And, in reality, as much as it pained her to think about it... Harry didn't have much of a legitimate blood family, and she knew beyond a doubt the Order would never really let him go somewhere unattended. "I'll most certainly ask, though. I could hardly disappoint Edwin and not bring guests for him to meet." 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when everything becomes perfectly clear and it just

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[atrb=width,240] This morning, when Nathanyal had woken from his dreams, he had met the day with a somber expression. He had glanced at the moving painting of his beloved wife and found himself growing more bitter as the days wore on. His wife had been so horridly ripped from his arms, by the cold, harsh hands of death. His son, lost to the world of men at barely a month old, his life too, seemed to have hung in the balance. Nathanyal was beginning to fear... that the balance had tipped to the darkness' favor. He was beginning to fear, that his son, had met his late wife in the afterlife. But on this afternoon, as Nathanyal was seated here, across from curls and smiles, he felt a sense of hope returning to his heart. There was greatness in the world, there was beauty and there was strength. Perhaps his son, was still out in the world, simply beyond his grasp. Perhaps, he would find him someday... even someday soon. He felt within him that if this one girl, this simple little moment, could inspire him to see the world differently, then there was a chance too... that the world was not only so harsh and cold. He wondered, mildly, if this relationship would further any. Of course he was not intending of the relationship to be well, taboo... he merely wondered if after today this girl would consider speaking with him again. Hermione seemed to be an 'old soul' as it were, a woman who, by any means, was wise far beyond her years. He could see that, could realize that, just in her manner of speaking and the way she held respect for things most of her generations would laugh at. This in turn, made him appreciate the conversation they were holding and bring her to a higher regard in his eyes. Yes, he was beginning to respect this girl who wasn't even half his age. He smiled simply to her, when she spoke of the nickname for the particular novel as to which he referred. He nodded then, before answering in kind. "Yes, that is correct. You truly are well versed in all manner of works young lady. I find myself becoming more and more impressed with you as the moment draw on." He bowed his head a bit, to show a bit of courteousness. He was a bit astonished at her apparent need to repay him for the kindness he promised her. He shook his head, waving his hand off just a bit. "Thank you Miss Granger, for your kindness, though I wish you would not try to pay me back for the things I am to do for the betterment of your mind. I do not do it to be repaid or to receive any sort of thanks... though I know you shall thank me regardless. I do it because I wish wholeheartedly to see your wisdom grow and your passion grow." He leaned forward and smiled gently to her, as if he was smiling down on his little girl, if he'd ever had one. "My dear Miss Hermione... I see within you all that is good in this world. I see within you a passion and a power that knows no boundaries. I see within you a promise of a future. You hold within you all that which is worth fighting for. And if I can do anything, it is to repay you, for rekindling my faith in this generation." He chuckled lightly at the end of his little speech, hoping he hadn't gotten too terribly serious on the young woman... after all, today was to be pleasant. He leaned back in his seat once more, getting comfortable once more. When she mentioned the Weasley family, Nathanyal smiled a bit more. "Ah yes... Arthur and Molly. I know them. Arthur works in the Ministry. I used to work for them as well, so I saw Arthur on a regular basis, not to mention attending school with both of them. I have a bit of a fondness for Arthur, his ways and mannerisms amuse me greatly, and he's always been so very amiable... even in times of duress." Nathanyal chuckled once more, thinking back on a few rough moments in the Ministry when Arthur could do nothing but giggle at the apparent shock of people. He turned his eyes toward Hermione once more when she mentioned Edwin. "Oh Goodness, he'll soak up that attention. He is a rather dramatic sort of fellow." Nathanyal blinks for a moment before ducking, another blur as something thudded against the wall in front of him. He turned his attention to a far corner and belted out rather abruptly. "Oi! Be nice!" He turned back around muttering something along the lines of "that being a perfect example of Drama King right there. Before turning a fond gaze back to Hermione. He smiled, silently sitting, watching Hermione agape at the information his precise little notes held. He beamed, a bit of pride in his mannerisms at her astonishment of the information they held. He grinned, when she continuously thanked him for the writing. He nodded. "Of course you can take them for a few days. I do not mind, that research wont be used in my novel for a few chapters anyhow. So you are free to borrow it until you need it no longer." He said, standing up and adjusting his waistcoat. He turned and looked at the tender and motioned to the stack of books he was procuring. "Could you have those packaged up and waiting for me when I return, and make sure to add in Edwin's lot as well." He said, not looking to see where his house elf was, as there was no point... this was one of Edwin's favorite stops in Diagon Alley, save for the ice-cream parlor down the lane. He loved his ice-cream. He then looked down to Hermione, another amiable smile upon his features. "I believe, Miss Hermione... that it is near tea time. Would you do this humble gentleman the honor of joining him for an afternoon cup of your choice, some lovely danishes, and most assuredly more enjoyable conversation? It is my treat and my pleasure." He said to her, bowing low for a moment before holding his hand out to her, wishing to help her up if she indeed accepted his invitation.

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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1293 WORDS FOR nathanyal yay! finally managed to get a reply for you. <3 DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]As Mr. Cain began to discuss where he liked to go and about the old villages, Hermione couldn't help but agree with him. While she had never been to any exotic countries like he had, she had definitely been around Britain. Her parents had a liking for small, quaint villages, and almost every year during the summer, they made it a point to go spend a week in a new village somewhere. The bookstores, if the village they visited had any, were always Hermione's favorite place to see. However, considering her parents were Muggles, they only visited Muggle village, and therefore none of the books Hermione came into contact with while on those vacations had anything to do with the Wizarding World. But that didn't mean, of course, that she didn't find books worth buying or looking over. However, those trips had come to a slow stop over the past couple of years, and Hermione knew (with a pang of guilt) that it was mostly because of her. Mr. and Mrs. Granger constantly tried to reassure their daughter that it wasn't her fault, but Hermione knew better. The past two summers, Hermione had spent practically entire time away from her parents, and most of the reason they went on their little trips was to spend time as a family. Her parents claimed that it was simply because they didn't have the time, but Hermione could smell a lie from her parents. While, yes, summer was a slightly busier time for their dental practice, it wasn't hard for them to take time off. But lately, just as Hermione had been throwing herself into the wizarding world, her parents had been throwing themselves into work. She smiled too, then, at his quip about the fluctuating number of countries, and Hermione had to agree with him. It was almost as though people couldn't help but fight. But, as many things did these days, it brought her mind back to that darker place. Was that why they were on the brink of all-out war? Were wizards really no better than Muggles with guns? She supposed not, considering as they were all, after all, human. It was ironic, she realized, that the Death Eaters who thought they were so better were using the same tactics and ideas that were used by the lowest of Muggles. Hermione mused about this for a moment, and that in itself brought a more sarcastic, sardonic smile to her face, though the expression was reasonably uncharacteristic of her. Mr. Cain then mentioned Les Miserables, and her interest piqued. An intriguing choice, one that she wouldn't have expected from him, and it showed in the surprise on her face. "Les Miz?" she questioned blankly, using the nickname she had become accustomed to for it. Her parents had taken her to see it the summer before her fourth year, when they were performing in London. Hermione had rather enjoyed the performance, but had absolutely no idea that wizards would have ever heard of it. She was aware that it had been based off a novel, though Hermione had never read it. "I could see if perhaps my parents have a first edition. It's my mum's favorite, though I don't know if she would have the play or the novel. And she'd more than likely have just a copy anyway. But I could check for you. It's the least I can do." And it was true. Hermione highly doubter that her mother had a first edition copy of Les Miserables, but she would most certainly try to find it for Mr. Cain. After all, he was already giving her so much in return. But she saw the instant change in demeanor in him the second she mentioned family, and Hermione instantly mentally berated herself. Honestly, she couldn't have brought up or asked a less personal question? Guilt flashed in her eyes again as she watched the man that she was quickly coming to hold in high regard. Her face fell when he mentioned the deaths of his wife and son, and sympathy swelled in Hermione's heart. "I'm so sorry," she murmured, sincerely meaning that. "I didn't know. I didn't mean to bring it up or dredge up any horrid memories. I apologize, Mr. Cain." It seemed that today, Hermione Granger was handing out apologies in abundance. But, thankfully, he changed the subject and brought it to a far more interesting topic. (Not that Mr. Cain's past wasn't interesting, but as Hermione barely knew the man, she thought it highly improper to be inquiring about such business.) Her eyes lit up at talking about Egyptian magic, and she nodded intently at what he said. "The Egyptian culture is one I studied in earnest when I was attending Muggle schools as a younger child. They were, by far I think, one of the more interesting ones. I still tend to favor ancient Greek and Roman civilizations, but the Egyptians, I think, come in close second. To see ancient magics, or to see a scroll describing them... it would be a wonder to see, I think." She smiled as he asked about learning from her parents, and Hermione already had an answer ready for him before he was even finished talking. But, of course, she waited until he'd finished speaking to reply. "My friend Ronald Weasley's father is very interested in Muggles. My parents often tried to help in whatever way they could. I'm sure they would have no quarrel with helping you as well. Especially since you've been so kind to me." It was always a good way to get on the Grangers' good side, of course, to befriend their only daughter. While her parents knew that they had no real hold over the wizarding world, they were fiercely protective and loving to her in the ways that they could be. "And I think they'd love to meet Edwin. They've never seen a house elf before. Did you have any particular timeframe in mind for the visit?" A visit that she was sure to make now. Her statement wasn't quite interrupted, but she stopped abruptly when Edwin threw a book at Mr. Cain, and Hermione could help but laugh quietly. She had never seen a house elf be so forward, and it did her well to know that there were at least some house elves that were more forthcoming than those at Hogwarts. Hermione's eyes widened to an impossibly large size when he pulled out the notes for her to view. This man was clearly sent to her by an angel, she was sure, as she had never met another person in the world with so close to the same interests. Almost without thinking about it, she reached forward to take them from him, and her eyes perused the pages hungrily. "This is absolutely wonderful," she breathed, flicking through the pages. "Amazing. I never would have suspected..." She read through some of his notes, mesmerized by the information they held. It was almost as good as visiting Cairo herself. While these spells and facts wouldn't do her much good in her research to help Harry, as that was what most of her reading these days was aimed towards, they were still a marvel to behold. It wasn't every day that Hermione managed to learn so much in one sitting. She cleared her throat. "I don't suppose it would be too imposing to ask if I could borrow these for a few days? There's so much here that I've just... I've never seen before. Thank you so much for showing me. This is... this is far more than I ever dreamed of seeing about foreign magic." Her eyes, still wide with disbelief and wonder, was fair proof of that. [/style]

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[nathanyal]

s o t h e r e i s a m o m e n t i n l i f e

when everything becomes perfectly clear and it just

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[atrb=width,240] This morning, when Nathanyal had woken from his dreams, he had met the day with a somber expression. He had glanced at the moving painting of his beloved wife and found himself growing more bitter as the days wore on. His wife had been so horridly ripped from his arms, by the cold, harsh hands of death. His son, lost to the world of men at barely a month old, his life too, seemed to have hung in the balance. Nathanyal was beginning to fear... that the balance had tipped to the darkness' favor. He was beginning to fear, that his son, had met his late wife in the afterlife. But on this afternoon, as Nathanyal was seated here, across from curls and smiles, he felt a sense of hope returning to his heart. There was greatness in the world, there was beauty and there was strength. Perhaps his son, was still out in the world, simply beyond his grasp. Perhaps, he would find him someday... even someday soon. He felt within him that if this one girl, this simple little moment, could inspire him to see the world differently, then there was a chance too... that the world was not only so harsh and cold. He wondered, mildly, if this relationship would further any. Of course he was not intending of the relationship to be well, taboo... he merely wondered if after today this girl would consider speaking with him again. Hermione seemed to be an 'old soul' as it were, a woman who, by any means, was wise far beyond her years. He could see that, could realize that, just in her manner of speaking and the way she held respect for things most of her generations would laugh at. This in turn, made him appreciate the conversation they were holding and bring her to a higher regard in his eyes. Yes, he was beginning to respect this girl who wasn't even half his age. He smiled simply to her, when she spoke of the nickname for the particular novel as to which he referred. He nodded then, before answering in kind. "Yes, that is correct. You truly are well versed in all manner of works young lady. I find myself becoming more and more impressed with you as the moment draw on." He bowed his head a bit, to show a bit of courteousness. He was a bit astonished at her apparent need to repay him for the kindness he promised her. He shook his head, waving his hand off just a bit. "Thank you Miss Granger, for your kindness, though I wish you would not try to pay me back for the things I am to do for the betterment of your mind. I do not do it to be repaid or to receive any sort of thanks... though I know you shall thank me regardless. I do it because I wish wholeheartedly to see your wisdom grow and your passion grow." He leaned forward and smiled gently to her, as if he was smiling down on his little girl, if he'd ever had one. "My dear Miss Hermione... I see within you all that is good in this world. I see within you a passion and a power that knows no boundaries. I see within you a promise of a future. You hold within you all that which is worth fighting for. And if I can do anything, it is to repay you, for rekindling my faith in this generation." He chuckled lightly at the end of his little speech, hoping he hadn't gotten too terribly serious on the young woman... after all, today was to be pleasant. He leaned back in his seat once more, getting comfortable once more. When she mentioned the Weasley family, Nathanyal smiled a bit more. "Ah yes... Arthur and Molly. I know them. Arthur works in the Ministry. I used to work for them as well, so I saw Arthur on a regular basis, not to mention attending school with both of them. I have a bit of a fondness for Arthur, his ways and mannerisms amuse me greatly, and he's always been so very amiable... even in times of duress." Nathanyal chuckled once more, thinking back on a few rough moments in the Ministry when Arthur could do nothing but giggle at the apparent shock of people. He turned his eyes toward Hermione once more when she mentioned Edwin. "Oh Goodness, he'll soak up that attention. He is a rather dramatic sort of fellow." Nathanyal blinks for a moment before ducking, another blur as something thudded against the wall in front of him. He turned his attention to a far corner and belted out rather abruptly. "Oi! Be nice!" He turned back around muttering something along the lines of "that being a perfect example of Drama King right there. Before turning a fond gaze back to Hermione. He smiled, silently sitting, watching Hermione agape at the information his precise little notes held. He beamed, a bit of pride in his mannerisms at her astonishment of the information they held. He grinned, when she continuously thanked him for the writing. He nodded. "Of course you can take them for a few days. I do not mind, that research wont be used in my novel for a few chapters anyhow. So you are free to borrow it until you need it no longer." He said, standing up and adjusting his waistcoat. He turned and looked at the tender and motioned to the stack of books he was procuring. "Could you have those packaged up and waiting for me when I return, and make sure to add in Edwin's lot as well." He said, not looking to see where his house elf was, as there was no point... this was one of Edwin's favorite stops in Diagon Alley, save for the ice-cream parlor down the lane. He loved his ice-cream. He then looked down to Hermione, another amiable smile upon his features. "I believe, Miss Hermione... that it is near tea time. Would you do this humble gentleman the honor of joining him for an afternoon cup of your choice, some lovely danishes, and most assuredly more enjoyable conversation? It is my treat and my pleasure." He said to her, bowing low for a moment before holding his hand out to her, wishing to help her up if she indeed accepted his invitation.

[atrb=width,100] words , one thousand ninety one tagged , Hermione Granger notes , la la la la time for a lovely stroll down diagon alley ^^

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