[ Hermione's nose wrinkles; straight away there's the idea of Seelie against Unseelie and she has to bite back the urge to sigh - do people really believe it's that simple, that black and white? She steps forward, glaring at a bush that tried to trip her before she nods her head, once. ]
my solas muse is crying
I am. Hermione Granger, Seelie.
[ She pauses, frowning, before her head tilts. ]
You are too, then?