faderift | Our aspirations are wrapped up in books

WHO: Hermione Granger and Open!
WHAT: There's a new ~~witch~~ mage wandering around Skyhold. Come say hello?
WHEN: Backdated to her arrival near the end of Guardian and onward throughout Drakonis.
WHERE: ~~The library.~~ All over Skyhold. ~~But mostly its library.~~
NOTES: Feel free to run into her pretty much anywhere, or have her run into you. And be prepared for all the questions about your character and Thedas/their homeworld and everything in between.

If not for the fact that Hermione had spent so many of her formative years in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Skyhold might have been overwhelming

As it was, the sprawling fortress was a little hard to get used to, since the academic environment that had given Hogwarts some sense of structure amidst the chaos wasn't present here. There was a library, thankfully, and she spent much of her time there, though it was so small that she was certain she'd end up reading every book in there in two weeks' time if she didn't actually go out and explore the rest of her surroundings.

And so every so often, she pried herself away from the cold little corner she'd set aside for herself and wander the rest of the area, though granted, she more often than not was carrying at least one book with her. Usually it was one of the books that had survived the trip through the Fade; anyone who might spot her in the garden or tavern or a safe distance away from the sparring going on in the training grounds might notice her engrossed in such unfamiliar titles as Hogwarts, A History or occasionally digging through Spellman's Syllabary in the vain hope of finding recognizable runes on various inscriptions throughout Skyhold.

After all, just because she was endlessly fascinated by all the new people and cultures and history and magic, it didn't mean she didn't occasionally need a bittersweet reminder of home. Especially when her other major reminder was her wand, which - despite the fact that she'd taken to finding the most solitary places she could find and practicing with it harder than she ever had the night before an exam - still wasn't behaving properly at all. Apologies to those of you who end up slipping on some wayward ice or getting sprayed with pebbles from a spell gone wrong.

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"Can't say I've ever tried using an incantation. For me casting a spell is a series of concentration and wielding my mana into the kind of magic I need. To make something stronger... more or less depends more on your magical stamina and how much you practice it. And the materials and type of focus you're using." He can try using some words, but too often you're moving before you can speak.

"Mana?" Hermione asks, tilting her head curiously. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean by that." She finds herself wishing she had the entirety of her magic readily available to her, if only so she can easily compare and contrast it with the magic of others. But it looks as though she's just going to have to make do based on explanations.

"Oh... hm." How could he explain this? Normally he doesn't have to explain something like this since most people he talked to already knew about it. "Mana is like magical stamina, I guess would be the best way to put it. We tap into the Fade to cast spells, but it isn't like we can do it continuously, it requires us to expend energy. Depending on how big of a spell or how often you use them depletes this energy. It replenishes, but if you use more than what you're recovering it is possible to not be able to cast for a bit."

"Oh," Hermione replies, though the concept is, at best, an abstract one to her. "Is it a quantifiable sort of thing? A magical energy you can feel versus your body's normal energy? Maybe that's something I should take into account while practicing my spells here. We don't really have that back home; some spells are harder than others, of course, and practicing the more difficult ones for too long might wear a person out, but it isn't something we think of as anything other than simple exhaustion."

"There is no exact measure for it, but yes, as we learn our magic we learn how to feel out our levels of mana. Mana and your body's normal energy are separate, but they still affect one another. If you are suddenly cut off from accessing your magic the mage can easily become disorientated or a time, or if you use too much mana you can become magically fatigued and thus tired, or headaches might occur. If your body is overburdened such as being sick you might not be able to cast well."

He smiles some, rubbing the back of his head again, knowing he's throwing a lot at her.

"That can happen? A mage can be cut off from their magic?" Well... of course they can. Hermione's heard about the Rite of Tranquility, and she'd much rather forget it if at all possible. "I've never heard of a normal circumstances where a wi-... a mage would be separated from their powers. Aside from legal restrictions, that is, of being unable to use magic around Muggles. And being sick doesn't really have much interference with our magic, unless it's a magical malady or something that affects our focus, which doesn't sound like what you're talking about."

"Well... there is only one way to completely separate a mage from their powers." Well two if you count being dead. "I was more referring to temporary means. The most jarring one is probably the ability Templars have that can stop you from casting, it's a rather knee jerk reaction to it. Mages are capable of doing such things as well but by other means - there are a number of spells that can drain your mana." He considers what she says about sickness, but after a moment he shrugs. "The part about focus is pretty accurate. Just being sick doesn't affect magic, but being sick enough that you can't concentrate or makes you physically weak certainly will make casting harder."

"It's still odd, having an entirely different energy gauge to work with," Hermione murmurs thoughtfully. "Or maybe I've just never thought of it that way. But then, it would have probably been easier to learn something like that before forging ahead; perhaps the magic here really isn't all that compatible with mine."

That's... a disappointing thought, to say the least.

"To be fair, I'm sure if any of us ended up in your world we'd have similar issues." Clearly traveling to another world was not easy. "You're still able to do magic," he offers, hand pointing out towards the rock. "Perhaps thinking it as magic as 'mine' and 'yours' is the wrong way to go about it? It's still your magic, you just need to learn how to use it with different mechanics."

"Do you think I can?" Hermione asks uncertainly, looking up at him. "I've been trying to practice at it, but haven't had much luck, since I don't really know what's all that different between my magic-... that is, the magic that I'm used to versus the magic here. I'm not sure how I'd really learn, since it would probably require someone familiar with both sets of magic. Or, at least, comfortable enough with a student with a very different way of practicing it."

"I think you can." He smiles brightly down at Hermione, clearly confident that she could learn - she's already proved that she can do some, even if it was difficult. "If you're looking for a teacher or a place to practice you should consider coming to the lessons that we have in the garden. It's in the morning, but that would be a good place to get started."

A little surprised by the faith he seems to have on her when she scarcely has any in herself, Hermione offers him a small but grateful smile. "I suppose that would be as safe a place as any to practice in case things go awry. Thank you. I'll definitely consider it, at least to sit in. I'd rather not do anything around large groups of people unless I'm sure I've learned enough not to risk hurting anyone."

"Sure, but I don't think you need to overly worry. We're all used to practicing something dangerous with others around - we make sure to have barriers and the like up just in case. Safer there than doing so on your own I'd say. Probably the only real danger is falling asleep with having to be up so early." He chuckles a bit at that, knowing he's probably drifted off a couple times at least.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning then perhaps?"

"I don't mind being up early," Hermione admits, though she doesn't say it's because she generally has difficulty getting and staying asleep. Still, she hesitates before agreeing, unable to help feeling as though she's somehow encroaching on something despite the invitation.

"I'll do my best to make it. Thanks again."

"You're welcome." He notes the hesitation, but he doesn't press. She's only been here a few days, it made sense that things would still be weird. "I'll see you around. Not exactly hard to find me if you ever need to ask something or need help."

He pauses for a moment after the offer before smiling and heading off to clean up.

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