One. [Voice]

[sophically]

[Where does she even begin? Her head is spinning. One moment she was in the middle of Merlin knows where with Harry, crying over the loss of Ron and then...

She was in liquid with a tube shoved down her throat. Hermione rubs her neck and touches the number printed on her arm. Her tears have stopped - for the time being - but that's only because panic has set in.]

I - [Her throat is raw and she hides a cough against her hand.] My name is... [She probably shouldn't give that out.] Penelope Clearwater.

[That is an alias she once used at any rate.]

I haven't a clue where I am or why I was brought here.

[Nothing is familiar. Nothing feels like the Magical World or the Muggle World.]

Answers would be appreciated - if anyone has any to share - but if not, is there a library onboard? A place where information or...data...is kept? I don't mind doing some research for myself.

[It will distract her from losing both of her best friends in one day. As tears find their way into her eyes again, she wipes at them awkwardly.]

Comments

voice.

[unmakes]

Yep. I mean, I have yet to find a swimsuit that isn't like ten kinds of hideous, but hey.

voice.

[sophically]

I don't think I would even mind a hideous one. Its been ages since I swam.

voice.

[unmakes]

Me too, actually. Which is weird, since I lived like two miles from the water.

voice.

[sophically]

What kept you from it? I know some people prefer to be indoors, but I always enjoyed going outside.

voice.

[unmakes]

Y'know, I have no idea? I guess it was just too much harbor, not enough beach.

voice.

[sophically]

That is understandable. [Sitting on a dock isn't quite the same as swimming or enjoying the sand.] What sort of sea-life visited the harbor?

voice.

[unmakes]

[ she really hasn't been to the harbor much since she was a kid, but she remembers enough. ] A few dolphins, a few whales. Mostly just seals, though. My dad used to joke that there were two seals to every one person.