Pizzicato: (/ˌpɪtsɪˈkɑːtoʊ/, Italian: [pittsiˈkaːto]; translated as "pinched", and sometimes roughly as "plucked") is a playing technique that involves plucking the strings of a string instrument. (Wikipedia)
A/N: Hi all!
I'm going to make this short, since I could definitely use sleep at this point, and this chapter's already late. Thank you so much for your patience as I worked. <3
Thank you so much for reading and/or commenting or leaving kudos. I hope you all had a lovely week, full of the best parts of spring. <3
As always, I do not own the rights to this story world or to these characters.
I am deeply sorry for the typos/errors that are almost certainly in this chapter. This is probably going to be one that I come back to and polish a bit more after finishing the fic.
Playlist:
"Emergence" by 2WEI and Ali Christenhusz (May 13, 2003, 11:20 a.m. --General opening)
"The New Apprentice" by 2WEI and Ali Christenhusz ( --General opening but especially starting when you see Rennervate)
"Imagination" by 2WEI and Ali Christenhusz ( --When you hear mention of pines)
"Fire Hunt" by 2WEI and Ali Christenhusz (--When the latch makes a clicking sound)
"Imagination" by 2WEI and Ali Christenhusz ( --when you see the pines again)
"Morrow's Light" by 2WEI and Ali Christenhusz ( --when the door blasts to splinters)
"Lay Your Head On Me" by Major Lazer ft. Marcus Mumford (May 13, 2003, 3:15 p.m.)
"My Tears Are Becoming a Sea" by M83 (May 13, 2003, 6:30 p.m. --When you see the modified muggle phone)
"Don't You Forget About Me" by Stephen Barton/"My Tears Are Becoming a Sea" by M83/"The Bones" by Maren Morris & Hozier (May 13, 2003, 7:00 p.m.)
"Godspeed" by James Blake (May 14, 1:45 a.m.)
"Guardian" by Lindsey Stirling (May 14, 2003, 9:00 a.m.)
Grab your snack (I had pesto this week, and it was excellent), your drink (your most comforting tea might pair well), and your coziest blanket. Let's dive in.
(*****Content Warning [SPOILERS]: This week's chapter includes mind altering potion usage and some elements of torture. I believe it still fits within our rating [T], but I would consider this to be approaching the upper end of that violence spectrum, so be aware of that. If you'd rather not, skip to 3:15 p.m.)
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Hermione
May 13, 2003, 11:20 a.m.
"I don't think we're through?"
The imposter blinked and tilted their head at an angle, stretching Healer Marcus's mouth into a bemused smile. They lifted their brows as though expecting some response. Then, their gaze flicked down, to the wands in George and Hermione's hands.
Marcus's lips pursed. "It appears there's been a misunderstanding," they said. "Please come with me, and we'll resolve it straight away."
Meanwhile, George was attempting to ease between the intruder and Hermione, his forearm pressing into her stomach as he attempted to prod her towards the doors. She sidestepped. He wasn't going to shove her out of the way.
They'd leave together, or not at all.
"It'll only be a moment," George said tersely. "The paperwork's only out in the waiting room."
The office clicked open, and Nurse Sam emerged.
"My assistant would be happy to retrieve them," the imposter said.
A line of tension flexed in George's neck, and he turned his face to the side, just barely, to shoot Hermione a frustrated look.
"That's not necessary," George said.
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