open (like hermione's heart)

[reparo]

WHO: Hermione Granger + you
WHAT: catch-all
WHEN: end of Harvestmere to Haring
WHERE: Gallows, Crossroads, anywhere else that suits*
NOTES: * I will write you a starter, come at me with any idea at all. Otherwise, generic starters around, pick and choose

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[reparo]

She rolls her eyes, huffing - but it's a fond thing, because yes. They get along. "Yes, well, now you know better than to challenge me to do something. Like punch you."

[laruetheday]

"Maybe I like being punched."

No, that sounds wrong, and also in a fucked up way like she's flirting. Clarisse's ears go red and she corrects herself, "I just like fighting."

[reparo]

Maybe it does sound wrong, but for some reason Hermione's ears also go red, the blush blossoming on her cheeks as well. "Not sure that's a good thing," she says, just to fill the awkward silence that threatens to overtake - oh thank god, Clarisse corrects herself.

"Have you always liked it?" Or did she grow to like it by necessity, at her Camp.

[laruetheday]

Good, moving on from... that.

"Yeah, I guess you could say it's in my blood," she says, with an almost self-deprecating smile. "My father and all."

It's hard to say exactly how much of it's innate in her and how much of it came from the constant reinforcement once she got to camp and then, especially, once she made it into the Ares cabin. But she can't deny that even before she made her way to New York, she was getting into fights on a pretty regular basis.

[reparo]

"Do you think so? That it's all in the blood?" Somewhat subtle at this point, but there is the scar on her arm, a flash of it - they are training, she's not wearing a button-up shirt.

"What was your mum like?"

[laruetheday]

Clarisse opens her mouth to answer and then shuts it again with a sigh. "I think it's complicated."

Complicated for anyone, certainly, but extra complicated for people who aren't exactly normal. She could go around in circles for hours trying to decide which parts of her are inherited and which parts she's forced herself to take on, and probably never come to a conclusion that feels 100% right. And the fact of the matter is that one of her parents is a god, which makes that inheritance all the harder to argue away.

"She was a good mom. She was in the air force when she met my father, but she left when she had me. And she always did her best for me even though I wasn't an easy kid to have. She was tough but she was fair about it, and she worked hard. Never took shit from anyone, but she liked cooking and weird movies and she spoke French when she got excited." Clarisse shrugs. Strange, as always, to talk about her mom in the past tense. She doesn't think she'll ever stop finding that weird. "What were your parents like?"