That at least gets a smirk out of her, and she stands up a bit taller. Yes, fear her, she is mighty.
"It was, yes. It's why I left - every new city, every new place, they were scared of magic but even more scared of a woman wielding any kind of power. It got to a point where witchcraft trials were just...so tiring."
"I won't disagree," she quips, and with a sigh she closes the subject and focuses on bottling the potions up. She labels them, and stores them, and with his help the process is brought down to just half an hour.
"Right, I suppose I'll get ready for your party now."
He's helpful when he wants to be. He's trying to at least make her life less...annoying.
"Yeah, sorry. I'll get out of your hair." Let her do whatever she needs to do. Hell, he'd been so intently making sure he didn't mess up her stuff he'd nearly forgotten why he came down here in the first place.
She hesitates at that - she doesn't plan to be this acerbic, really. It's a force of habit, it is a self-defense mechanism, and truth be told, Ethan is not exactly the worst vampire to be claimed by. If anything, she has a feeling he might be the nicest one she's met?
Which sets him at an advantage against all men in general, because he happens to be the nicest man she's met, too.
"You can stay," she says, then hesitates, looking around the lab. "Just...please don't touch anything. I won't mind if you - you can stay here while I get ready." Her bedroom and clothes are behind a closed door, after all, nothing to it. "Do you want some tea? Or - oh - would you need to feed before the ball, to feel in control?"
"No, no I'm good. I'm not hungry." Or...thirsty, whatever the proper word may be in this case.
"I won't touch anything." He'll behave himself. Mostly. He's a little afraid of all this witchy stuff, really - he's scared he might end up a frog if he messes with her stuff, so he'll keep his hands to himself.
She doesn't take long, aware of the time and aware of the pressure to be punctual for these things. For immortal creatures, vampires can be so pedantic about timeliness, and Hermione isn't here to make enemies.
As she dresses, she takes care that her hair is braided and her hands are clean, and dons her fanciest dress, the one she does not wear to work at all, and finally, exits her bedchambers back into the room she left him in.
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"It was, yes. It's why I left - every new city, every new place, they were scared of magic but even more scared of a woman wielding any kind of power. It got to a point where witchcraft trials were just...so tiring."
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"That's ridiculous." Honestly, so ridiculous. It isn't like that, here.
Of course, she has to deal with sexism in a different way, but here no one is threatening to burn her.
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"Right, I suppose I'll get ready for your party now."
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"Yeah, sorry. I'll get out of your hair." Let her do whatever she needs to do. Hell, he'd been so intently making sure he didn't mess up her stuff he'd nearly forgotten why he came down here in the first place.
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Which sets him at an advantage against all men in general, because he happens to be the nicest man she's met, too.
"You can stay," she says, then hesitates, looking around the lab. "Just...please don't touch anything. I won't mind if you - you can stay here while I get ready." Her bedroom and clothes are behind a closed door, after all, nothing to it. "Do you want some tea? Or - oh - would you need to feed before the ball, to feel in control?"
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"I won't touch anything." He'll behave himself. Mostly. He's a little afraid of all this witchy stuff, really - he's scared he might end up a frog if he messes with her stuff, so he'll keep his hands to himself.
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As she dresses, she takes care that her hair is braided and her hands are clean, and dons her fanciest dress, the one she does not wear to work at all, and finally, exits her bedchambers back into the room she left him in.
"I suppose we can get this over with."