temporary battles can take up half your life

[cleverness]

Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration has five principal exceptions. And plastic identification cards aren't supposed to be one of them. Identification cards are created by humans for the convenience of humans, not in any way critical to the functioning of society, let alone to the world's survival.

Which is why Hermione's brow is furrowed as she sits on a bench at the edge of the forest, curled over her identification card and trying every trick in the book to try and change its appearance. She tries to alter her name, her height, her eye color — even the immobile photograph of her on the front, embossed with a holographic design.

None of it will budge.

Far from wanting to hide any part of her identity, Hermione instead wonders if the spell used to keep her card intact is related to the magic that holds everyone within city limits. Some type of shield, or perhaps something to negate the use of any force towards the object. Whatever it is, it's far more seamless than even the wards that she's put up around The Lamplight, and even the greater part of a few hours does nothing to bring her closer to any answers.

She's about ready to punch something out of frustration, cheeks pink as she finally sets her wand arm down and holds the card up in the air, heaving a sigh.

Well, it would be too easy to solve that problem in a single day.

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[to_boldly]

"Careful," says Jim, emerging from a bend in the path. He'd seen her ahead of him from a ways off, but this is the first time the winding gravel has taken Jim close enough to realize what it is she's doing. He tries not to smile. Scowling like that, with her hair in angry, escaped wisps down her pink cheeks, Hermione reminds him very much of Uhura laboring over a particularly difficult dialect.

"Last time I messed with Darrow granted commodities, I got blown out of my living room window."