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[sp0o0kylights]

second to last from me, number 19 if it pleases you?

19) I won't Be Home For Christmas (Please Post My Bail) (Merry Crisis)

HERES the fun thing about this one. The reason I never posted a third chapter was at the time. I didn't have a holiday to match.

Since we go through Christmas and then New Years, I believe the next logical one was valentines day, but when I started writing it that went into a different direction entirely (it ended up being number four in fact, about Eddie yelling about the evils of valentines day on top of tables. Which later spawned a third WIP, number 21, wherein Eddie's having a speech on top of Steve's Beamer in an ill fated attempt to show the kids Steve is in fact, a Totally Evil Joke Asshole after Steve failed to raise to any other bait Eddie had given him. Spoilers Steve doesn't raise to that bait either lol.)

So I don't have a snippet for this one. I do have a question though for anyone willing to throw a hat into the ring:

Merry Crisis leaves off with Steve telling a pre Vecna Eddie a very sanitized, monster-less version of why flickering lights made him almost takes Eddie’s head off with a frying pan.

Would it be more fun to have the kids individually harass Steve and Eddie about their lackluster dating lives, inadvertently pushing the two together

OR

Do I involve supernatural upside down shit?

OR

A secret third thing lol if someone has an idea I'm very much listening

[tc-doherty]

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I'm using Hildspel for this one, which should be interesting. Blame the random number generator lmao

It's a great exercise in understanding from context hahaha

P - [She] pulled her horse about until it looked upon their forn path, and knew she walked upon a road that would lead to anothergates badow in allness. Her father had taught her, but now she went for first blood and he was not there to see, or help.

O - "Of this I am aware. But to my kin, overmood is no comeling. It fells great men and lackwits alike. Indeed, more of the latter, as all men are lackwits under its yoke."

R - "Rest," Sunngifu said. "No one will be about in the dark. To-morrow may bring tidings."

P - [She] pulled her knife from its sheath on her belt and began to thane herself, carving a big snead of meat off of the hyrsted goose in the middle of the board. There were also not only hyrsted walmores and neeps which the heer kept on hand, but fresh apples and blackberries. Who had he fised to pick apples whilst their fellows fed the crows?

H - He was hewed in fire and iron, the winner of a thousand heathfields alike to this one.

Y - "Your father may yet live, but you cannot fall here, my lady. It was his behest of me. We must eftcome to Lindingham Borough."

R - "Rain fire or shot upon her? How can I? It is my home, my folk, that which I should be warding."

I - It never had been taken, not since her alder, Lord Linding himself, had seen the first stone laid into the dirt.

A - A gouth like this could only be won with fullbore work and hardship.

Tagging @thegoddesswater @cee-grice @outpost51 and whoever else! Your word has to be an Anglish word, of course. This story is about treachery, so how about the word for traitor? Lordswike.

[zumpietoo]

Umm...

Uhh.....you DO grasp the fullbore hypocrisy here, right??? That, once again, nobody's remotely forcing you to come here and read anything, particularly given how much it upsets you....

And speaking of, pretty sure you thought SweatBoi was amazingly fantastic when he turned fucking genocide into a "joke".

That said, you "reported" a total anon for sending an ask to MY tumblr, not yours....and reported me for basically thinking CB is a douchecanoe and commenting on information he'd shared publicly? Looooovvveee your compulsion for censorship.

Yes, parasocial relationships are bad....you should get help for not just your obsession with Cari, but your obsession with moi.

(I'm pretty sure you're moar upset that I outed you as, yet again, a liar, tho)

[midnightactual]

Yoruichi appeared to be demoing provisional lyrics, inspired by both the original and some from the comments section:

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and see I excite Megadeth 'cause I been rippin' and tearin' so long that Even my friends think that my mind is gone But I ain't never slayed a man that didn't deserve it Me be confused with a skunk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how ya talkin' and where you walkin' Or you and your crew might be laughingstocks I really hate to stop, but I gotta load As shells jump, I see myself in the shotgun smoke, fool I'm the only lady little devils wanna flee blind As the nightfall of their side, mishap savior of mankind They been endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise They been endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise We keep endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise We keep endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise Look at the invasion they got me facin' I can't live a normal life, I was raised for the state So I gotta be down with the blue team Too much fantastic lovin' got me livin' the dream I'm a smilin' assassin with murder on my mind Got that shock in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm unstoppable force, ultimate danger And my soulmate is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool Death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away I'm livin' life do-or-die, what can I say? I'm high-energy now but will I have to go fullbore? The way things is goin', you will know

[baglsasha]

preface: i'm high rn but wanna talk abt my pedal

this is the beta stage of this board. it makes rad sounds. fullbore I got off friend it is fun but will be replaced by HM-2 soon. was supposed to be here today but got shipping problems so will have to wait.

fuzz fun only gets better the more I use it it is just the best. have the send from the daedalus reverb going back into input B on the DD-8 to make a fun feedback loop.

DD-8 is the best delay ever

pedals :3

[lokwinske]

I hate you mxr fullbore metal distortion pedal you suck you suck you suck

[tc-doherty]

The Hildspel of Athelhyrst | Chapter One

I don't know what else I would do with this if not share it here, so here is Chapter 1, the culmination of an entire year's worth of work!

I don't know how easy it will be to read both because, well, it's a language that doesn't exist and also because I can't exactly do footnotes. But you're more than welcome to try! I did put notes for things that may not have needed them because some of them are still words we have but either we use them very rarely or use them in a different way than they would have been. And some things were executive decisions or me explaining world building I can't get to yet. I figured it was better safe than sorry.

I'm genuinely very proud of not only the fact that I wrote this whole chapter, but of some of the sentences in particular. I think it still manages to have a little flair! Also before you say "but isn't this familiar…" yes, it is sort of me filing the serial numbers off of my Binding Blade fanfiction. But only kind of. I am going to be taking the plot and story in a very different direction, because in the end my fanfiction didn't really resemble the original plot that much anymore anyway.

Edit: I'm in the process of updating this to have a glossary instead so my notes will be disappearing. I will link the glossary below.

Tagging the people I know or think are interested, even if you just want to look at it.

@almedha @thegoddesswater @emilyoracle @magefaery @outpost51 @sam-glade @did-i-do-this-write

2,226 words.

Anglish Wordbook

Cynefrith stood next to her father, gazing out over the heathfield. Under the bright sun she could wellsee the witherwin heer, their swords gleaming with witting evil. The sight chilled her, although she knew that to them, her own shire's heer must look the same.

"Why would they set here?" She asked him.

The witherwin's motherland, Hyllworth Rich, was all highlands - full of barrows and firrows. Their heer fought afoot, horses not being behooveful in such a land, and so a flat lowland field was far from a wise kir. A gouth like this could only be won with fullbore work and hardship. Cynefrith may be young and seldom acosted, but she knew that their king was said to be cunning, and this was not.

Lord Wulfric, frea of Lindingham and highfrea of all the Weared Shires, laughed. "My beloved daughter," he said, "they know we would never bestir our heer to meet a foe cowering amongst the barrows of their motherland."

"But-"

He held up a hand to forestall her. "Yet just as true, such mistrust is the burden of a highfrea. Sunngifu!"

At his call, a harwickner hied to his side from a gathering of ferdmen standing afar. Sunngifu was a tall woman of middling years, a stern demeanor, and seldom seen skill with spear and bow. She dropped to one knee in front of them. "Yea, my lord?"

Lord Wulfric kept looking at the field in front of them. "This land should have been well sifted, is this true?"

"Down to every blade of grass, my lord. High harwickne Osgar saw to it."

"And is aught amiss?"

"Nothing, 'tis but a field."

"Mayhaps King Lanzo is not so clever as he thinks. That is as it is with most men." He ruffled Cynefrith's hair, as he had been wont to do all her life. "Still my lass, keep your wit about you. Lo! Sunngifu, I entrust you, also, to keep my daughter hearty and hale."

“As you say, my lord.”

"Father!" Cynefrith said. "Don't bid such a needless thing! Who will wield Sunngifu's horse?"

It was needless indeed to her. Sunngifu belonged where all of the harwickners belonged - on the heathfield. Cynefrith on the other hand was a dry, and her stead was to be afar, helping the ferdmen with her drycraft. There was little plee to her life, nor was she so frough as to need unyielding warding. To bangle away Sunngifu's time with such a behest was truly hyeless.

But in this she and her father were unthwear.

"As erfward to the highseld of highfrea, you are always a worthwhile target. Any ferdman would be happy to put a witherwin harfrea to the sword. Never forget this. And your anlet, my daughter, is well known to them."

Indeed she could not withsake this soothquid. More than being Lady of Lindingham, more than being the next highfrea of the Weared Shires, she was known because of her mother. The wedlock of a frea to a sellsword would alone be tidings. But that sellsword also happened to be from the eastern eltheed of Skulata. Cynefrith shared some of her mother's outlander looks, being smaller of build and lighter of skin and hair than oftseen. Yea, she was known everywhere. Anyone who saw a girl of Skulatan look outfitted in high Lindingham godweb would know it was her.

Sunngifu broke in. "My underwickner will stand-in to wield my horse for me. There is no hitch in this."

"Yea, I understand."

Wulfric laughed again. "My clever daughter! But look there, they begin to stir. It is time for me to speak to the men." He strode away back to the main body of the heer, leaving Cynefrith and Sunngifu alone.

Lord Wulfric spoke to his men from atop his horse, cutting a truly helethish ansen outfitted as he was in thick gouthhedden fratowed with markings in hues of dark hewn and whelkred, bright iron cloth peeking from beneath, a hackle slung about his shoulders, his great poleaxe at his side.

She did not stop to listen to his speech but went to stand with the other dry who stood aside from the main body of the heer. Drycraft needed clear sightlines, it would not do for them to be fanged by the dwolm of a gouth in full swing. Sunngifu followed after her.

She would not be the only ward standing by the dry that day, indeed not, for dry were often main targets. Why not, when they fought so well from afar, full farlen of even the strongest, swiftest arrows. Some dry were also arade in healcraft and could undo even the most dreadful of heathglembs.

She was not one of them. Indeed, how could she be? Cynefrith was the child of gouthrink on both sides of her blood. Her drycraft was never that of frith, but that of the dwolm of the heathfield.

There were not many dry, only some few handfuls. Many of them were known to her, if only by anlet. She nipped her head to them the barest whit – she was, after all, the daughter of a frea. Those who saw byed in anqueath.

Cynefrith watched her father and looked over the heer. It was not small. She knew that over half the heer of the Weared Shires came from Lindingham alone. Lord Wulfric wielded five high harwickners, each of whom wielded three harwickners.

She misliked it, this happening. She asked of Sunngifu, "King Lanzo's heer was sifted, yea?"

"Yea, my lady."

"How many men does he wield?"

"To my knowledge, nigh on twelve thousand."

Twelve thousand, to abide a witherwin of nigh on fifteen thousand. Cynefrith misliked it. King Lanzo was wise, and sarecrafty, of this he was namecouth. But his deeds now were hyeless. To strike a bigger heer, on land they well knew, in weather which could only give them the upperhand? It must have shown on her anlet, because Sunngifu spoke.

"Lord Wulfric is oft accosted on the heathfield."

"Of this I am aware. But to my kin, overmood is no comeling. It fells great men and lackwits alike. Indeed, more of the latter, as all men are lackwits under its yoke."

"Shall you speak to your father again?"

Her hands clenched the woof of her rooc, rimpling it, but she shook her head. "Much may it misqueme me, I have spoken and he has not heeded. To do more is not yet my bailiwick."

Her father had stopped speaking, and now shied his horse to stand forward from his men. She could see him watching the foe, seemingly at eath. He was hewed in fire and iron, the winner of a thousand heathfields alike to this one.

Overmood, Cynefrith thought to herself sourly. She could not wile the days to come, nor could anyone. But there was a trap here, she knew it. Something was wrong, and there was nothing that she could do about it.

The lift wended then, in the way it does before a storm breaks. It was neither leven nor thunder but the long, low call of a horn. Both heer bestirred, alike nothing so much as two great wilders from the folktales, roaring to seethe their alderdom.

It was not her father who stirred first, but when the men of Hyllworth overflowed from their barrows thwarst the plain like so many ants, his own horn sang out sweet the call to take up weaponing.

The horses' great hooves shook the ground as they raced forward, making Cynefrith's heart bever in her chest. She did her best not to heed, her craft needed as much mindfulness as that of any swordsman, mayhap more. A swordsman may see his weapon as a stitch of himself, and wield it as such. A dry could call upon all the might of the earth and sky, but it was ever itself - its true hearsomeness never was to man.

Of all the world's many showings, leven most eathfully came to her hand, and it was this she now called. On a day with a hoder sky, leven seemed made wholly for this end.

It came willingly this day, prancing about her in the wary wise of all half-tame wild things – throwing off sparks from her hands as it did so. It would not bide long, nor would she ask it to.

She set her sights on a seemingly worthwhile man – one with a loth of bright goldbloom about his shoulders, a great sword at his hip, and a rooc of iron cloth. The leven saw him too and flew to his side, sword and iron cloth both made an outstanding roost for it to land upon.

She could not hear him scream, but she saw him jerk and fall, bringing about a fit of groor in his horse. That would spread, as would the leven – leaping from copper to iron to brass, anything that would hold it. It may hit fere as well as foe were they near, but such was a plee of drycraft. At least she could say leven did not outlast its welcome as did some. Leven would soon tire of this game she set and flee, unlike hungry fire, who could always find more to eat.

She went to her wicken with a willing heart, but it was not long before she once again felt something was amiss.

On the heathfield beneath her the heers were stirring – both wending towards the barrows afar. As they did, her father and his men drew further and further from their starting set – far enough that her drycraft could no longer reach.

When first her spell did not land, she felt a hard lump of dread make in her a home, though she could not give steven to why. But then she heard once more the mournful call of a horn which seemed to her a roop from death itself, so unalike was it to the horns up until that brightomwhile.

At first nothing happened.

But then, from behind those sharp fangs of the earth they rose – drakes in sere score, with riders weaponed for gouth.

"Nay!" She did not underyet her reard until it throughwent her lips, but she knew – lo, how well she knew – that her father's heer was not reacon of withstanding drakes.

How had Hyllworth Rich gotten them? They did not live there, they were from – as her mother had been – far eastern Skulata.

In truth it did not dow. The drakes were here, and making for her father and his heer at speed.

"My lady." It was Sunngifu, who grabbed her arm and fanded for her to heed.

Cynefrith shook her off.

"We must leave."

"I cannot! My father-" Cynefrith took a few steps and fanded to raise a strong wind. Wind did not care for her ofttimes, but to-day it came, to no freem. They were too far. They were too far, and she was not strong enough. Was she or was she not the daughter of Lord Wulfric, of the namecouth sellsword Arite? Was she or was she not the afterbear of a hundred or more gouthrink?

She fanded anew, to the same outcome.

"My lady," Sunngifu said again. Her reard was frithful, but her grip was not as she hent once again Cynefrith's arm and began to pull her away.

"I cannot, I beseech you, let go!"

Sunngifu was stronger by far, and drycraft was not behooveful so near lest she wish to hit also herself. Cynefrith had naught but her words – which fell on deaf ears.

"Your father may yet live, but you cannot fall here, my lady. It was his behest of me. We must eftcome to Lindingham Borough."

Arrows and spells flew and the drakes swooped low as Sunngifu both pulled and shoved Cynefrith to where their horses stood.

"Unhand me at once!" Cynefrith yelled as Sunngifu lifted her into the saddle.

"Nay, my lady. For now I still must follow your father's hests."

She swung with eath into the saddle and, upon grabbing the leads of both horses, gave hers a mighty kick which sent them both leaping away in the bearing of home.

Cynefrith could only watch as the drakes – now quickly growing small – began to land.

[zumpietoo]

First part: I love your fullbore ignorance and that means a whole pack of other, older A-listers are also models, total flex. And you're still pissed PP wasn't there at ALL...

Oh and Catherine Deneuve, Ted Danson, Richard Gere, etc ALL seemed fine with it, back in the day....(most recently Robert Downey, Jr, too!)....

Second part: If you could perhaps EVER provide any proof whatsoever.....and then stop confusing Cole with Cabana Pee....which, yeah, I get they're even moar obsessed with him than YOU are, buuutt....cuz they ARE always publicly wasted. Cole? Nope

.Sorry.....please stop failing, you're just embarrassing yourself, you pathetic troll

[zumpietoo]

I agree with this, buuuuttt......LBR, it'll only take El Donaldo so far. A year from now? Economy in the tank/fullbore recession, "mass deportation" a results-free, very $$$ clusterfuck, Dems resisting in full force....he'll be back to a 35% approval rating (if not lower) and will be fucked come midterms....and Newsom wins in 4 years...

Manipulation of emotions is a key to MAGA world view. Every good thing Biden delivered was met with 'lets go Brandon' immaturity. Every Trump indecency is denied to enable a double standard.

The MAGA unseriousness will destroy what generations have built.

[expphot0]

#fullbore #danner #boots #hike #spyonaz https://www.instagram.com/p/B_F6OPwlMdm/?igshid=128jin703bze6

[jeneelestrange]

It’s not just that—look at what happens after any big plague when the population goes down significantly. Yes, your business and infrastructure and such CAN’T RUN and as such EVERY SINGLE WORKER becomes much more valuable and can demand a much higher wage. Look at everything the Fed’s doing to push wages back down with just what COVID did. Look at the absolute explosion of union membership. That’s just what we’re seeing NOW. If that trend where we keep having a low birth rate because it’s economically infeasible and politicians and CEOs refuse to give us the means to do so while somehow expecting us to perform childcare/birth labor for free (and tightening up abortion and birth control won’t be enough, not unless they want to Fuck Around and Find Out and go fullbore Nicolae Ceaușescu and find out how he died), then trend is only going to get worse. That we won’t be able to maintain infrastructure? Half those fuckers live dismantling and selling off infrastructure to the highest bidder—its that not a single wheel can turn without us, and our power grows more and more collectively the less of us their are in total available for jobs. They keep threatening us with AI and robots—that there’s another, cheaper worker right around the corner and won’t we be sorry then but it’s a mirage, they’ve run out of commons to fence and people to enslave.

Look. Politicians. I’m gonna be real with you. If you want people to make more babies you need to make the work week shorter and minimum wage higher.

[sterg707]

I love these pieces of art. On the left we have a Schecter Demon 6 with the Floyd Rose bridge. On the right we have a 7 string Ibanez with a EMG 81 active pickup held in place with electrical tape because why not. #ibanez #schecterguitars #emg #active #pickups #dunloppicks #shred #metal #rock #satan #line6 #mxrpedals #fullbore #ernieball #regular #slinky #heavymetal #wretched #allthatremains #thehumanabstract #a7x #avengedsevenfold #theblackdahliamurder #missmayi #kse #killswitchengage #slipknot #polyphia #gothic #allblackeverything https://www.instagram.com/p/B46Qt7ypoS9/?igshid=1d3t4ubxn27uq

[christranfiveoh]

Throwback to MAY19 at @mstoa_official 's Operational Medicine Tract. Working our way up through a compound to get to a casualty. Aside from the incredible amount of learning from the great guys at 813 Consulting, LLC, the week was a great chance to run new gear, vet and pressure test current gear placement, and provided me a lot of feedback for upcoming articles. As soon as I get photo credits squared away, I'll have my @ufprogear Striker HT article up. . . . . . PC: @herospride >>>>> #CT50 #christranshenanigans #copstuff #coplife #bestjobever #mstoa #operationalmedicine #bmkventures #813consulting #zmedica #matbock #herospride #phokusresearch #ufpro #dannerboots #fullbore #velocitysystems #scarab #unitytactical #bemeyers #freelance #freelancewriter #grindhardstayhumble https://www.instagram.com/p/B1WYOWJneFL/?igshid=x2i373qr03es

[notmaths]

Said to @hubvelo no more Clarks and so excited about their new space were they, Gary pulled a stunning move and hooked me up with these. Descending just got even more #fullbore #gwan #datmodulation (at London Borough of Waltham Forest)

[whyohwhydoris]

I mean, considering that Hermione is my self-insert character...

But, equally, Hermione is angry with Harry for his open displays of chauvinism. But Harry never goes so far as to use a girl as a prop to rub his wounded pride in someone else's face.

And it's been mentioned for the umpteenth time because you've failed to actually articulate a meaningful counter argument that withstands muster on the vast majority of my points when placed in anything more than a narrow, confined reading of individual passages. You, most critically, have gone fullbore into a Harry vs Ron comparison, but not engaged with Hermione, her status as a member of an oppressed class, and the way in which Ron's departure does or does not reflect a fundamental breach of trust for her. You've done a lot of mentioning Hermione, but not much of drawing from points throughout the book for why you believe she wouldn't have left Ron. More over you haven't really said why you feel she shouldn't leave Ron. You've said a lot about Ron, Harry and Hermione. But not a lot about Hermione, her frame work, and why she would forgive Ron wholly. Nor have you meaningfully dived into how Ron interfaces with the sociopolitical dynamics of wizard racism, and how he redeems himself sufficiently to deserve continued full acceptance.

There are a lot of paths here where you can engage with what I, as an individual, have written. But you have hardly talked about what I said, which is about Hermione. About her ethics, her philosophy, her general attitudes regarding forgiveness.

I haven't touched on how Hermione's seemingly permeant curse of Marietta Edgecombe speaks to a very strict attitude regarding trust and betrayal in life or death situations. Nor on the fact that Hermione did not budge an inch over the Firebolt as a child, and that she generally shows the most upright and complete sense of moral righteousness.

And I haven't touched on that because you haven't talked about why Hermione should forgive Ron not as a list of Ron's actions but as an analysis of Hermione's interpretation of those actions within her moral framework.

You similarly have not engaged in the slightest with the clear sociopolitical statement within my initial post: that Ron's betrayal by its nature was uniquely unforgivable because of the specific ramifications for someone like Hermione who is facing the prospect of genocide.

Hermione should have left Ron

So, to start, if this leaks through into a pro-Ron sphere, let me know so I can try and tag it and people can properly filter it out. Secondly, I am an ardent Hermione and Harry shipper, so take this with a grain of salt. Thirdly: How the fuck did Hermione end up with Ron when he abandoned her while a genocidal mad-man was in power and specifically intent on targeting and probably killing muggle-born magic users?

That's kind of my thesis here. A lot of the time, people will look at the Harry/Ron dimension. Look at how every other instance of necklace influence we see seems to fade immediately after removal. Look at the viciousness of Ron's words. Look at the disregard of all Harry has lost, and all he is facing.

But Ron's betrayal of Hermione feels like the greater sin to me. Ron, uniquely of the three, could choose live his life under the new regime. He comes from an ancient pureblood lineage. His family is, despite their financial difficulties, quite distinguished with a number of members in tough, technical lines of work which speak to power and skill.

In contrast, Harry "has" to fight this fight. His very birth doomed him to it. Not because of his heritage, but because of prophecy. Because Voldemort fears him as a symbol. And, Hermione, uniquely among them, is not targeted and at threat for who she is but what she is. There is no polite lies she can tell herself to diffuse what Voldemort and the others would do to her and people like her.

The only threat to Ron, to the Weasleys, is their political opinions. And changing and opinion is easy. Where as, much like anyone faced with a genocidal regime, Hermione will never be able to escape the active threat of death.

And so, as she ages, I do not know how Hermione would be able to trust - truly trust in the way required to spend a life together - Ron. Because he abandoned her to death. She pleaded with him to stay. And he didn't. Let aside that he abandoned Harry, and that Hermione is serious in her commitments - that such a betrayal alone would be a black mark on Ron's book for many, many years. One which he would struggle to clear away. He abandoned her and everyone like her to death. Or, at the very least to being permanent mind-slaves under the imperious curse.

And, don't get me wrong, JKR doesn't understand social politics worth a dickybird. She's thicker than shit when it comes to the nuances of race, gender, ethnicity, nationality - basically any of the complex milieu of factors from which an individual identity is formed. And as such, I am not surprised she didn't realize the implications. But we, as the wider community, are - I would hope - rather more aware?

As so, I suggest again, Hermione should have left Ron. Because his betrayal isn't just a fight. it is a moment of existential abandonment. And his arguments for it - his motivations - are what? That it's hard? That they are hungry, cold, and struggling to find the answers they need? But Ron doesn't leave and join some other part of the fight. To the best of my knowledge, he hides out with Bill. So it isn't like his 'protests' - concern over Ginny and his family, his sense of betrayal, his sense of defeat - are even something he himself seeks to address. So he leave, abandoning Hermione to persecution, torture, enslavement, and death; he abandons Harry to torture and death; he doesn't do anything constructive other than, seemingly, mope; and he comes back and "helps to save the day" but in a manner that completely misses that time Hermione and Harry almost died anyway when he wasn't there.

So, where does the Harmione come into this? Well, it is clear that friendship is an important foundation for Hermione. It's inherent in the canon of the Ron - Hermione dynamic. And Harry is probably her singular best friend. Both Hermione and Harry go through a similar arc here where their very existence is a threat to this new state. Both go through the trial of being able to flee and live in hiding, but choosing not to.

Because that's the important thing about Harry's choice. As much as Harry's choice is framed as his destiny, it isn't. But he chooses it anyway. His life might be forfeit, but that alone cannot explain why he chooses to fight. And so, he is acting out of clear principle. And that principle centers people like Hermione: the weak and/or systemically disadvantaged.

To me, Ron is clearly acting out of a self-interest. He doesn't want to feel guilty. He feels bad about his friends not for them. His initial betrayal is about his family and his sister and his sense of despair and his idolization/dehumanization of Harry. Where as Harry is not acting because he will feel guilty if he doesn't. He is acting because he sees and comprehends no other option which he is capable of pursuing. It is the difference between being reactive and proactive in morality. And, for Hermione, that kind of core character difference would matter.

And most importantly, Harry doesn't betray Hermione. He doesn't abandon her. Even with the Firebolt, it is Ron who leads the charge, and Harry who immediately reunites as soon as socially viable for a 13 year old boy. He's the one who find Hermione when the troll is loose. He is the one who stand beside her when Ron goes on his sixth year revenge-tour (revenge for what? good question.) So, you have, before Hermione, two men. And two very different examples of masculinity and fidelity. Both flawed - don't mistake me. And so, I cannot fathom, with those two examples, Hermione being able to accept that Ron is what she wants or needs. Because he falls short in such essentially ways at tremendous odds with her own underlying character. He might be a good man. But he wouldn't be good enough. Some wounds heal clean, but Ron's betrayal I think would leave a scar that Hermione would never be able to forget.

I know people will hide behind the horcrux - "It made him say those things!" But I'm not sure it did. They can say he turned around and tried to come back. But you can't unring a bell. In every other instance, we see removing the Horcrux provides immediate relief - it's why Hermione suggests it. But even when Ron does, nothing seems to change. He still walks out, and he kept walking. He may have felt guilt. May have decided against it. But that's the kind of post-facto decision making which doesn't come to grips with the fact that his fundamental morality was - uniquely among the three it seems - sufficiently lacking to understand what he was condemning the other two to. Death and torture. Pain and suffering he cannot imagine. Threats which he alone could hide from - and did.