"Not much for dogs?" Hermione asks, cracking a small smile as she glances up at him. It makes sense that Anders would be a cat person, given how independent they can be. "I prefer cats myself. Especially the ones insistent enough to remind me when they're hungry. They might not be as clingy as dogs, but it's nice to know that the domesticated ones are fully aware of why they keep people around."
She'd always been quite proud of her efficiency with the Bluebell Flame, even before it had become something of a lifesaver when she'd been forced to live in tents for several long, cold months. Looking around, she finds a small pot and retrieves it, sitting down on the ground by Anders before waving her wand over the pot and murmuring a soft incantation. Though it sputters at first - something that seems to annoy Hermione to no end - soon the sparks of blue light from the tip of her wand turn into a stream of blue flames, which she pours into the pot as though they're little different from water. Once she's satisfied with how much fire she's cast into the pot, she gingerly reaches out, feeling the heat emanating from it despite the relatively neutral warmth when the flames lick at her fingertips.
"They're not as good here as they are back home," she explains, still concentrating on the fire for a few moments before smiling up at Anders, carefully nudging the pot towards him. "I'd be confident enough to cast the flames right into my hands and carry them somewhere. But they're a little hotter than I'm used to, and sometimes they don't come out blue at all and so I just extinguish them before I have an accident. It might be my wand or... well, that doesn't matter. The point is that you now have a fire, and you can even take it out into the rain with you if you'd like."
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She'd always been quite proud of her efficiency with the Bluebell Flame, even before it had become something of a lifesaver when she'd been forced to live in tents for several long, cold months. Looking around, she finds a small pot and retrieves it, sitting down on the ground by Anders before waving her wand over the pot and murmuring a soft incantation. Though it sputters at first - something that seems to annoy Hermione to no end - soon the sparks of blue light from the tip of her wand turn into a stream of blue flames, which she pours into the pot as though they're little different from water. Once she's satisfied with how much fire she's cast into the pot, she gingerly reaches out, feeling the heat emanating from it despite the relatively neutral warmth when the flames lick at her fingertips.
"They're not as good here as they are back home," she explains, still concentrating on the fire for a few moments before smiling up at Anders, carefully nudging the pot towards him. "I'd be confident enough to cast the flames right into my hands and carry them somewhere. But they're a little hotter than I'm used to, and sometimes they don't come out blue at all and so I just extinguish them before I have an accident. It might be my wand or... well, that doesn't matter. The point is that you now have a fire, and you can even take it out into the rain with you if you'd like."