What do you think as Hermione's career would be post battle of Hogwarts? To me her being minister for magic really doesn't make sense. She does not have patience or tact to wade through murky waters of politics 😭😭
So hard to say! The Trio are so, so young when we leave them, I find it almost impossible to project their futures farther than a few years out. The job that suited me at 17 would be radically unsuited to me now. That's why of all the Trio, Ron's ending strikes me as the most realistic — he jumps straight into the save-the-world business again, burns out, realizes he's actually Done The Fuck Enough, Thanks, and pivots into a low-stress career where he gets to see his family a lot. Feels accurate! The others are weirder to me because they do seem to just... pick a lane and stay there.
With Hermione, you could spin her a couple ways. You could say that she leans into her bookish side and does research or teaching, which is not my preference for a couple reasons (namely, I don't think Hermione would like academia as a profession; she finds her classwork interesting and enjoys intellectual validation, but she'd be stifled and wasted in a DPhil program, and she'd be infuriated by the administrative politicking of your average higher-ed faculty). You could say that she gets disaffected with politics and ends up as a barrister or a lobbyist of some kind, but if anything that requires more political finesse, because you don't actually have institutional power, you're just handling the people who make decisions and trying to persuade them of your goals. This is not Hermione's preferred method of influence. She's not even particularly good at persuasion, she just happens to be smart enough (and right often enough) that people take her ideas seriously.
Or you could say her brashness fades with the years into a softened flavor of tell-you-like-it-is honesty, which some politicians actually do successfully trade on; as we see in British politics today, you don't have to be all that charming or clever to get ahead, you just need to be really driven and well-connected (which Hermione completely is; she fought shoulder-to-shoulder with the first postwar Minister and her bestie, the Literal Messiah, runs the Auror Office.) But I don't know if Hermione especially wants to be Minister, after the war. She's just watched years of horrendous bureaucratic incompetence plunge the country into a violent civil conflict. She's had not one, but two Ministers of Magic try to bully or shame her friends into complicity with fascism. Her view of government is... likely extremely dark.
But Hermione also isn't the kind of person who sees her life as a quest for happiness. Babygirl has a savior complex that makes Harry look selfish. (She basically kills her parents — yeah, obliviating is a form of murder, #changemymind — "for their own good," and justifies every batshit, vindictive, mean-spirited move she ever pulls on the grounds that it "helps" one of her friends.) She is a mean, lean, dragon-slaying machine, and she needs a dragon. After Voldemort, the Ministry is the no. 1 threat to muggle-borns and non-wizarding Beings. As a war heroine with basically infinite political capital, I'd be surprised if she didn't try to do something there. That said, Hermione is so vivacious and dynamic that she could potentially grow in a hundred different directions; it's possible that all of this, while true of her at 18, becomes completely inaccurate by 22. That's why I'm not too fussed about any particular fanon interpretation.
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your last post abt icemav vs. interior design has me cry laughing and also makes me want to ask: how does rooster (millennial gay man, fairly good at being open about his sexuality in comparison to the the environment he came from) feel about being one-uped in the gay department constantly by Mr. and Mr. Can’t Talk About It?? like him and jake have to have conversations about it [jake, meeting ice the first time: oh this is the gayest man i’ve ever met. he had everyone fooled for thirty years???? // bradley: “yeah but you didn’t have to grow up with him. i was on the front lines.] like—they were willing to get married at the same time as icemav as a distraction, so they have to be aware of how groundbreaking icemav is to the structural appearance of the Navy. but they’re also fully immersed in Navy culture and customs, so are civilian gay people even surprised??? do they care??? or is everyone collectively reading through twitter like “gay men in navy? okay fork found in kitchen 🙄 who cares.”
this is all just a long way for me to ask if icemav is easier to pick up on/less surprising if you’re gay. bradley clocked them early because he was in close quarters with them constantly, but he’s also gay—in comparison, slider knew ice for years, but only added it up when it was way too obvious to ignore. and to other straight people they seem to be at an Ethan Hunt level of undercover, but are they really??? (this is kind of a dumb question so feel free to do whatever you want with it lol)
see i feel like i haven’t been writing them very obviously clockingly gay at all! i actually feel like it would piss Jake and bradley off how STRAIGHT ice & mav act all the time!
1st excerpt from post-marriage, second excerpt from a scene that got deleted from WWGATTAI chapter 9, wherein compacflt ice approves the promotion of a fictional “first female admiral to be married to another woman” and then runs into her at a DOD Xmas party and chats about gay marriage for a bit out of curiosity… (deleted bc chapter 9 was already 9.5k words) like it is still a secret even if they aren’t actively trying to keep it secret anymore
but you’re right hold on. here’s christmas 2017
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from ch 11 because this is my favorite part 🥰
Eddie’s asleep on the couch in the same clothes he was wearing when he said goodbye to Buck yesterday morning. The TV is on but frozen in a screen that reads, “Are you still watching?” There’s an empty plastic container on the coffee table with a spoon sticking out of it. At one point it held food that was made for them by someone attached to the 118. There are also two of the game controllers, all the remotes, three empty water bottles, an almost empty beer bottle, a bowl of popcorn that’s maybe half eaten, and one of the murder mystery novels Eddie’s been into lately with a bookmark placed about three quarters of the way through it. Eddie’s phone is on the floor beside him, his hand and arm dangling off the sofa nearby.
Buck moves carefully and leans over him until he can run a hand over Eddie’s arm. Eddie doesn’t budge and Buck almost feels bad for waking him, but it looks like his head and neck are at an awkward angle and he’s already been tense and sore from weeks at the hospital. Or maybe from everything. He really should be sleeping in his bed.
Their bed?
Buck bends down further, whispers his name, but when that doesn’t work, he could shake him gently? Or be louder? Eddie isn’t usually a very heavy sleeper unless he’s absolutely exhausted and crashes. But Buck could also— he doesn’t know why he thinks of it. He doesn’t know why he can’t think anything else. Except for the whole “desperately in love with him” thing. But instead of any other way he might wake Eddie, he leans in closer and places a kiss on the curve of Eddie’s cheek almost exactly where he did before he left.
As if it is a magical, spell-breaking occurrence, Eddie makes a soft sound and blinks his eyes open.
Buck moves back a little but rubs Eddie’s arm again and greets him softly, “Hey.”
Eddie stares for only half a second, the groggy attempt at comprehension vivid on his face before he reaches. He reaches and grips and Buck sinks to the floor, falls to his knees in front of the couch until he’s held tightly in Eddie’s arms.
Eddie’s hands dig into him. He makes more soft, relieved, contented sounds and sighs, “Buck,” in a way that makes Buck want to burst into tears.
He aches. God, Buck aches with how Eddie clutches him and presses his face against Buck’s neck and just holds on like he needs nothing else in the world. He keeps his voice low and soft, soothing, as he strokes Eddie’s hair and keeps him close. “You okay, sweetheart?” He almost curses himself for the slip because he probably shouldn’t and he doesn’t usually. There’s just nothing else that feels right or sufficient.
If Eddie cares or even notices, he doesn’t call attention to it. He just nods a little, but sounds ragged when he says, “Missed you.”
Okay. Okay, how can Buck not cry? He’ll cry about anything, he’ll admit it, but this? This is so much. “I missed you, too.”
It’s been barely more than twenty-four hours, and it was a good twenty-four hours and Buck does really, really love, thoroughly completely astronomically love his job. But fuck, does he also never want to be apart this long ever again.
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