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Third floor common room, Sunday afternoon

After waking up this morning to what she had come to think of as "many, many words", Hermione wandered out into the common room just in case whatever was happening was limited to her room.

"Yeah, it's not," Hermione bit out from her seat in a cushy armchair. "Do you have to describe everything I do?"

Annoyed that she never seemed to get an answer to her questions, she tried to concentrate on her book and ignore the voice.

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"Hey, Hermione," Turtle greeted her idly as she made her way into the common room, directly for the kitchenette. "You know if you guy've got any cinnamon in here? We're all out downstairs. Either that, or it's really well hidden..." She'd already started going through the cupboards.

Hermione, glad for the distraction, looked over. "I think there might be, I some a while back," she said.

Frowning at nothing, she asked, "Do you have to say 'she said'?"

"I'm sorry?" Turtle stopped the search momentarily to tilt her head curiously at Hermione. "I didn't say anything about saying anything." Her attention went back to a drawer. "Just cinnamon."

"No, I know you didn't," she said.

"There it goes again. You don't have to say 'she said' after everything I say."

Hermione sighed, asking, "You don't hear the voice?"

Turtle's eyes went a little wide and her mouth forms a little 'o.' Yup. This proved it. Hermione had probably studied herself to insanity and now she heard voices in her brainy little head. Probably the voices of, like, famous smart people, like Einstein and Fig Newton or something.

"Only voice I'm hearing is yours," she admitted. "Well, and mine. You feeling okay, Hermione? Maybe you should lie down..."

"I'm feeling fine," she said, feeling her eye twitch at the word. "I just woke up and could hear someone describing everything I do, and people are going to think I'm insane again."

This really did seem to happen a lot to her-

"Shut up," she interrupted. "I know my own past, thank you."

"Again? Has this happened before? Or was this another bout of the crazy?"

"Well, there was what Umbridge was saying about me, and..." She didn't want to finish with AU weekend, but- "Can we not bring that up?"

"Okay, okay, sorry!" Turtle said with a wrinkle of her nose and an apologetic tone. "Geez. I'm just worried, no need to get all uppity about it."

"No, not you," Hermione said, with a vague wave of her hand, immediately stopping once she heard that. "Sorry, it's just... I haven't learned to ignore it quite yet."

Turtle's nose wrinkled a little at how casually (aside from the occasional yelling) Hermione seemed to be taking it. "Think it's just a Fandom thing? If so, I think I'm glad I'm not getting it, because I don't think I could do voices in my head at all..."

She blinked, thinking of a few people who might be afflicted and take it even worse. She should really, really go check on Jeff before some sort of head explosion, oh man.

"At least I'm not hearing everyone else's, too," Hermione said, thinking this really could be worse. She rolled her eyes at that. "I think it's just a Fandom thing. I woke up and it was like this. I suppose if I hear other people yelling at themselves down the hall, I'll know if this is island-wide."

And if it wasn't, then she just looked crazy.

Hermione frowned upwards, because she didn't know in which direction to send the frown.

And Turtle followed Hermione's frown because she thought it might have meant something, but she guessed not. She shook her head. "Boy, I'm sure glad it's not me."

Hermione tried not to whimper.

And then folded her arms, glaring at nothing. "I'm ignoring it."

Turtle figured, after a minutely grumpy response like that, that she shouldn't mention her first comment, which would be to wish Hermione luck on that and, instead, decided to ask, while she was here, "You don't suppose it knows where the cinnamon is, do you?"

Hermione listened, wondering if she would hear that the cinnamon was behind a box of macaroni and cheese in the cabinet to the left of the stove or not.

"Try behind the macaroni and cheese to the left of the stove," she replied.

Lo and behold...

"Awesome," Turtle grinned a little as she finally managed to find a little container of it, behind the macaroni and cheese to the left of the stove, and then turned her grin toward Hermione with a little shake of the container her way. "Make sure to only use this power for good, and not evil."

"I'd rather not use it at all!" she said, immediately annoyed that it wasn't described that she had exclaimed it, or maybe cried it.

"Don't really have a choice, though, do you?" Turtle reasoned. "I mean, if you have to put up with it anyway, you might as well try to get something out of it."

She considered this, finally deciding, "I think that would be cheating."

"Cheating for what?" Turtle asked, giving Hermione a look that deemed her as crazy, and having nothing to do with the voices in her head anymore.

"Trying to get something out of it," she said, wondering if her eye twitch might become a permanent tic. "That would mean this is an advantage, though, while it's really more of an annoyance and can go away at any time now."

"See, but it's all about prospective," Turtle argued lightly. "You have to look at what you have, and what you're stuck with and instead of being all, 'this is annoying, rar,' you have to think of how it can help you, since you really can't do anything about it."

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