Hermione Jean Granger (
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ataraxion2014-09-17 01:37 am
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I have managed to multiply my supply of Essence of Dittany, though I only have three bottles worth. It's useful in healing wounds and I think the clinic could benefit from it - if they do not already have a supply. If you have need of it, contact me and remember that a little goes a long way. A few drops should heal even the nastiest of gashes.
I will continue to search for the leaves and blooms in the garden, but I cannot make any promises. However, even if I can't find more living growth, I might be able to search for substitutes if I examine the Dittany on a molecular level. It isn't something I have done before, but I am curious.
On a lighter note, are pets abundant on the ship? I had a cat - who was half-Kneazle - before I arrived and I miss him. I have a preference for felines, though a small dog or a rabbit wouldn't upset me.
I will continue to search for the leaves and blooms in the garden, but I cannot make any promises. However, even if I can't find more living growth, I might be able to search for substitutes if I examine the Dittany on a molecular level. It isn't something I have done before, but I am curious.
On a lighter note, are pets abundant on the ship? I had a cat - who was half-Kneazle - before I arrived and I miss him. I have a preference for felines, though a small dog or a rabbit wouldn't upset me.

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Having more on hand never hurts though, and especially so to have some in multiple places on a ship like this where it may be possible that someone can't get to the medical wing.
I've seen some pets about. I very much miss my cat, though.
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I'd like to explore how it can heal internally too and potentially fight off bacteria.
[Ah cats. They're so cute.]
If I find a pair, I'll send one your way.
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I feel that's a good thread to follow; it bears more investigating. I know that it works to some extent when ingested, but I'd like to be able to see how closely it ties with bacteria as well.
Thank you! A half-Kneazle sounds interesting, what did you name him?
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Maybe we can work on it together? [The idea of working with Lily Potter is pretty exciting, she won't lie.]
Crookshanks. He was named before I bought him. The poor dear was the oldest animal in the shop and no one wanted him.
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What a lovely name, poor dear. I'm sure he appreciates it.
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"A Kneazle is a magical feline creature related to, and similar in appearance to, a cat. They have spotted, speckled or flecked fur, large ears and a lightly plumed tail, like a lion. They are thought to have separate breeds, like cats, and therefore vary in appearance. They make excellent pets if they like a witch or wizard. They have a very high level of intelligence, are independent and occasionally aggressive, and have an uncanny ability to detect suspicious and distrustful people. They can also safely guide their owners home. Because of their aggression towards certain individuals, Kneazles have a XXX classification by the Ministry of Magic if they are not interbred with another species.
Kneazles can interbreed with normal cats, and generally have up to eight kittens in every litter. Kneazle owners are required to have a licence to own the animals. Some wizards and witches make a living by breeding Kneazles or part-Kneazles."
Does that answer your question?
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[Oh. Ron. When will this not hurt?]
He had a rat for years and Crookshanks was the first one to uncover that said rat was actually a Wizard in disguise.
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if you like fish at all ive got a few maybe i could get them to fuck
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hermowninny 8C
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WELl lets not settle for some weird chinese blokes tiny mutant friends even if that aint a gross sexual euphemism. come on love. Maybe you could adopt one of the sparrows from the gardens, or make one yourself? The bird conjury is very convincing and you sound like you know about cats
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Such fascinating things, people here find in their person. [ half those things went over her head, but, she tries to get the gist of it. ]
But I find myself equally missing such a companion. My hounds were most dear to me, and I do miss hunting with them.
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...yes. [Her voice is hushed before she clears her throat.] A hound would be useful in this environment. I find it hard to sleep some nights. I would feel better if someone was on guard.
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If I had mine still, I should surely give you one to spare. But I have neither men nor hounds to give. [ as if that's all quite usual, she laughs, but mostly to herself. ]
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The thing I miss the most - and this might seem silly - is my bed.
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[Since he lives there and all.]
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wow i'm incredibly sorry i misplaced this tag ;;
What's Kneazle?
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And the shuttle bay could use some of that on hand, in case of emergencies. How's it do with crushed things?
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Noted. I will make sure you are stocked.
Meaning crushed bones? It works better on tissue, but there is a Potion that will mend bones.
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Thank you.
Crushed bones, crushed flesh, crushed internal organs. If one of those shuttles falls on someone, it won't be pretty.
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[This pause is for grimacing.]
I'll get right to work.
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Thank you.
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i'm a quick learner, i promise.
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[She'll make sure they have everything they need.]
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Hermione doesn't believe in wasting anything.
As she waits for him, she takes a swig of water out of a bottle and flips through a book. Her clothes are casual - like usual - but she has neglected to put up her hair. It rests - in a rather wild array - around her shoulders, though let it not be said it's frizzy. She does use spells for that.]
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because space wasn't home anymore.
as he approaches hermione, his clothes do seem to suggest a familiarity with space, nothing ridiculously high tech or needlessly shiny but the sort of clothes that come from necessity. though there is a pair of oversized goggles slung around his neck that don't appear to have any use.
jasper stops in front of her, pauses for a moment and then waves sort of weakly, offering her a weak, scratchy:] Hello.