[closed] We are never the culprits

[bookish_lioness]

WHO: Martel and Hermione
WHAT: Hermione's still interviewing rifters about their magic.
WHEN: End of Drakonis (so now, basically).
WHERE: Library. Where else?
NOTES: Nerds being nerdy. And maybe angry. But mostly nerdy.

Hermione was ticking off the days since her arrival, growing steadily more anxious as time went on. On the one hand, Thedas had all sorts of problems that needed solving, and she wouldn't feel right, going back home and continuing on with her schooling and her life when mages here were being scorned simply for being able to do magic, or where an ancient magister was wreaking havoc upon the entire world. But on the other hand... would she ever get back home?

She usually wrote it off as useless nay-saying. Of course she'd get back; if not with the Inquisition's help or because of her own ingenuity, then because Harry and Ron and all the others would come through for her. She wasn't the only brilliant witch at Hogwarts, after all. There was no reason to think that someone wouldn't figure out where she'd gone and how she'd gotten there and how to bring her back.

The more she thought about it, though, the more desperate her situation seemed, and she didn't like desperation. So instead, she threw herself into her work, sitting in the library and copying over notes into a more legible format. After all, she had no way of knowing whether she'd met all the rifters in attendance in Skyhold yet, so there was always the chance that more would see her notice on the bulletin board and come looking for her.