Hermione Granger

“I ain’t a fucking idiot,” Lafayette tells her, settling onto the couch nearby and leaning back comfortably, his own cup of tea steaming and clutched between his fingers for warmth. “No offense. I mean it in the best way, I guess is what I want to say. But I ain’t dumb. Saying that, you ain’t telling me nothing new. The only way anybody ever have power over something, including themselves, is if they understand it. You want to survive, you gotta understand. And I tell you the very first thing about myself: I’m a survivor. I’m gonna do what I got to do for myself. Even if I ain’t totally comfortable to start out with. So don’t start me with basics. Don’t start me with cautions or rules or theories. That’s the shit I can figure out on my own, by my own terms. I don’t want to know how to build a gun or why I should keep the safety on I wanna learn how to shoot it. Can you gimme that?”