set your mind at rest, let your dreams run free

[cleverness]

After the new year's debacle, Hermione has been doing a great deal of thinking. More and more, as she hears about the history of Darrow and sees the troubles that it experiences, she's started to believe that the people of Darrow need to be better informed about threats out there, or at the very least, to have some knowledge of how one might possible fend similar threats in the future.

Most of all, given what she saw of the people who were trying to help in the chaos, Hermione knows that the magic of those who are capable needs to be cultivated. Needs to be nurtured, and trained. Even if it comes at the risk of people using their powers for selfish reasons, Hermione prefers to have faith in the nature of mankind, one that's generally well-intentioned, and worth arming with a good defense.

How she plans on going about it is another story, and probably needs to start small. Hermione's tutored peers in the past, but almost all of them had an upbringing mired in magic. She can't assume the same level of familiarity here, and certainly not a similar foundation of knowledge.

Which is why she texted Lafayette, asking if she could speak with him briefly at his apartment. Now that she's at his doorstep, of course, she feels slightly more nervous about the topic at hand. But, if nothing else, he seems like a sensible man with a good head on his shoulders, and a decent person with whom to start.

Taking a deep breath, she knocks smartly on his door, loosening the scarf wrapped warmly around her neck.

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[voodooqueer]

Lafayette knows it's Hermione almost chiefly because he doesn't know why anyone else would be stopping by his place today, and the knock is too light to be male, and definitely it's not Sookie's. He knows his knocks. Getting up from where he'd been entrenched in his sofa, covered in blankets, watching some shitty Darrow reality TV, which was not as good as shitty regular reality TV, he padded to the door and proceeded to unlock it, and take care of the two deadbolts, before pulling it open to let Hermione in.

He batted at a curl of incense smoke that moved toward the door as the cooler air from the hallway rushed in.

"Shit, come on in. You want somethin' to drink?"