Hermione's catching her breath too- the reasons why are fairly obvious, from the sprawled, slimy mass of monster close by. It appears to be dissolving. She's flattened up against a brick wall with her eyes wide, taking in ragged gasps of air- and she's on such high alert that when Lily calls to her, she almost points her wand at her.
She doesn't, luckily, her mind catching up with reality before she can do something stupid- like, for example, point her wand at Lily Potter, of all people.
"...Mrs Potter," she says, a little breathlessly, smiling weakly at her. It doesn't meet the expression in her eyes, which is simultaneously concerned and sharp, but also a little sheepish, as if disowning the situation they're in, communicating this is almost too mad, isn't it? She can't really process or analyse the absurdity of the situation beyond that- it's gone too far and is happening too quickly. "I'm fine. Bit out of breath. Is everything-" No. Everything is not alright. "Are you alright?"
She sounds so polite, with dirt and blood smudged along her cheek and gory stains in her clothing, that it's almost comical if you've got a black enough sense of humour.
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She doesn't, luckily, her mind catching up with reality before she can do something stupid- like, for example, point her wand at Lily Potter, of all people.
"...Mrs Potter," she says, a little breathlessly, smiling weakly at her. It doesn't meet the expression in her eyes, which is simultaneously concerned and sharp, but also a little sheepish, as if disowning the situation they're in, communicating this is almost too mad, isn't it? She can't really process or analyse the absurdity of the situation beyond that- it's gone too far and is happening too quickly. "I'm fine. Bit out of breath. Is everything-" No. Everything is not alright. "Are you alright?"
She sounds so polite, with dirt and blood smudged along her cheek and gory stains in her clothing, that it's almost comical if you've got a black enough sense of humour.