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WHO: Harry Potter and OPEN
WHAT: Realising that a cracked wand is no good for fighting demons, Harry seeks out some mages who might be wiling to teach him how to fight with a staff.
WHEN: Throughout the day
WHERE: Warden Camp and Skyhold Proper
NOTES: This post is specifically for him to begin to learn Thedas style magic BUT it also functions as a general OPEN post which means even if your character isn't a mage feel free to reply to ask him why he's looming around or to just say hi!

Skyhold

He's learned by now that his wand is not reliable anymore and it pains him to even try to cast spells and risk it breaking completely again. He doesn't have the Elder Wand to fix it this time and he can't risk losing it completely again. It feels as if a part of him has cracked and he feels real remorse over not being able to easily use magic. It's almost as if his senses had been dulled.

Eventually, though, he realizes that he might be able to use the staff based magic that the mages here use. He won't be floating teacups across the room any time soon but it's better than being defenseless. He knows enough by now to know that he can't just make a declaration that he wants to learn magic here without some people misunderstanding his motives so he doesn't make a loud announcement using the crystals.

Instead, he spends the day around where he's learned some mages meet to teach and learn. Maybe if one of them doesn't seem as busy he can ask for help.

Warden Camp

He also treks his way to the Warden Camp because he knows that they have mages there and tend not to be as distrustful of them. At least, that's what he's heard about them. He's still having trouble remembering all the different factions of Thedas and keeping which ones hate which other groups straight.

It's the first time he's ever been to the camp so he also can't help but feel a level of curiosity. He volunteered to help bring them supplies so his visit isn't too awkward and once he's done unloading it (again wishing for the use of his wand so that he could just float the crates where they need to be) he wanders a little deeper into the camp to see if he can find any Warden mages.

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He wasn't a mage but he still walked up to the boy when he saw him looming around where the mages usually were. It wasn't that typical, after all. Really it was a good reason for him to go and talk to anyone. Not that the very large man ever needed a reason for things since he sort of just did as he pleased in general. Such was the way of Iskandar really.

All the same, he had a large smile on his face as he approached. "Are you looking for someone, boy?"

Definitely not a mage here. One summoned by mages in his own world which still wasn't the same thing. Still, he hardly minded a conversation with someone who looked like he had something he needed then.

While others might be a bit intimidated by Iskandar's size, there was something oddly comforting about standing next to a man who could loom over him. It was probably because Hagrid has always been a huge comfort to Harry. Unless Iskandar turned aggressive, which he definitely wasn't with that huge smile, Harry would find his presence a solid reminder of the half-giant.

"I might be," he replied. The words might have been round about but his returning smile and tone of voice was friendly. "I'm not really sure exactly who though."

"Really? Well I'm going to assume you want a mage given how you are standing in an area they tend to spend a lot of time in."

He was sure that was it anyway. Putting two and two together really wasn't that much of a challenge when the boy wasn't exactly being the most subtle in this moment. Though he had to wonder if the boy thought he was accomplishing that at all.

"What are you looking for one for?"

Harry considered Iskandar a moment, uncertain. "Are you a Thedosian or from somewhere else?" Being a Rifter didn't mean that he was automatically all right with magic, but at least it would let Harry know if he carried all of baggage natives had regarding mages.

"I am Macedonian! So I suppose that means you asking if I am a Rifter. I most certainly am for I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. Where I am from history knows me as Alexander the Great!" He laughed merrily as he looked down at the boy. He had a feeling this line of questioning came from the fact that natives were nervous about mages so he figured he might as well confirm he wasn't one. Why, he even held up the hand with the shard in it.