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Entry tags: | !open, hermione granger, {claire bennet |
Characters: Hermione Granger & Open
When: Saturday Morning
Location: Tortuga: Somewhere were wild berries grow? NATURE.
Warnings/Rating: TBA - But likely none. :O
Summary: Hermione picks strawberries and enjoys outdoors (but ..pirates/animals/whatever can appear, or nothing at all!)
Status: Open, Ongoing.
Hermione had debated the merits of leaving the train, this wasn’t for the most part a safe location. However sensible or not they couldn't really choose the need for supplies. She added to the fact it was only late morning too; If pirates really were the excessive drunkards history would have one believe, surely they’d still be sleeping it off at this hour, wouldn’t they? Strawberry patches had been mentioned and she'd headed to the location with a basket, intending to collect what she could for the train's stores. They were wild growing, so there was no need to be stealthy as they might in a privately owned orchid (placed not so distantly from her current location), even so she had her wand tucked into the inner pocket of the coat she'd collected herself from the original clothing raid. The trousers, shirt and coat all fit better once she'd charmed them a little with her best domestic spells. She'd even braided her hair and tucked it up under a beat up old tricorn hat - that ought to be enough to blend in.
Really, all things considered it was pleasant in a way as this time of the morning the native birdsong was quite magnificent. The morning sun wasn’t a temperature yet stifling or too humid, just warmth enough to encourage her to have ventured out at all, enjoyable and even a little rejuvenating. Aside from the potential danger too close to the town, the generally large population of thieves and the fact Tortuga was considered a largely lawless trading port there was still plenty to be said about it's more positive qualities.
While Hermione could very easily use magic for this particular situation, she rather felt like the task of picking the reddish berries by hand. Plus it was generally wiser too, if she was discovered by local sorts there could be trouble, attracting attention generally wasn’t ideal. They were most definitely strawberries she discerned after inspection, but wild ones - a lot smaller that the sort she was used to seeing in London supermarkets and as she tasted one, found they were rather a lot sweeter too. She trod slowly through the patch, not wanting to crush the plants, or indeed the berries she was attempting collect.