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No, I... I think I knew it was coming, but I didn't realise. I had a vision about it coming through the towers at Caer Scima, about something coming up and screaming, but I didn't put two and two together until it was too late.
[ Another thing to be irritated at herself for. They're brushing the topic of the sigil and Caer Scima at a distance and she know is, turning back to the pot before she sighs, shaking her head and focussing, instead, on pouring their drinks. Thank goodness for her beaded bag and she amount she could shove in there; it makes brewing (potions or a hot drink) a thousand times easier. ]
It reminded me of the Battle of Hogwarts - the school at home. Getting people out, fighting...
[ Death. She shakes her head and offers Waver his drink before she stands back, deciding she might change the topic back over again. Just for now. ]
I promised you a bit of a show, didn't I?
[ Another thing to be irritated at herself for. They're brushing the topic of the sigil and Caer Scima at a distance and she know is, turning back to the pot before she sighs, shaking her head and focussing, instead, on pouring their drinks. Thank goodness for her beaded bag and she amount she could shove in there; it makes brewing (potions or a hot drink) a thousand times easier. ]
It reminded me of the Battle of Hogwarts - the school at home. Getting people out, fighting...
[ Death. She shakes her head and offers Waver his drink before she stands back, deciding she might change the topic back over again. Just for now. ]
I promised you a bit of a show, didn't I?
Look, everything's going to be clear in hindsight. You'd think that we might've know it in May, back when Morla demanded we raid Caer Glaem for the tooth. The monarchs play the long game, after all.
[The longest game, really.]
I've heard a little back home about your school, but I've never heard much about there being a battle there. Although it's probably a better outcome than what would happen at Clock Tower.
[Fighting each other, Waver knows it. Magi. He accepts the hot cocoa happily though, wrapping his hands around it and basking in the warmth.]
That you did.
[The longest game, really.]
I've heard a little back home about your school, but I've never heard much about there being a battle there. Although it's probably a better outcome than what would happen at Clock Tower.
[Fighting each other, Waver knows it. Magi. He accepts the hot cocoa happily though, wrapping his hands around it and basking in the warmth.]
That you did.
Oh, I know. I've lived my life realising that things are only obvious now because we have more information. It all makes sense when everything is written out in front of us.
[ And Hermione's heard pieces, here and there, about Waver's, but she offers a smile. ]
It was the final battle of the Second Wizarding War. I can tell you all about it when you have a few hours to spare.
[ She steps back, though, focussed, instead, on the new buzz of power inside of her. Bag and wand set to one side she moves, closing her eyes and letting herself shift, transform into a white lion, wings fluttering around her body. ]
[ And Hermione's heard pieces, here and there, about Waver's, but she offers a smile. ]
It was the final battle of the Second Wizarding War. I can tell you all about it when you have a few hours to spare.
[ She steps back, though, focussed, instead, on the new buzz of power inside of her. Bag and wand set to one side she moves, closing her eyes and letting herself shift, transform into a white lion, wings fluttering around her body. ]
[Waver's all ready to start talking about having all information possible before doing anything, but he stops at the transformation.
The Drabwurld, in many ways, has stopped surprising Waver. Things are weird, then they go from bad to worse. That's just how it is.
Sometimes, it's nice to be surprised by something that is simply beautiful.
Silence sets in for a few moments. Finally, there's a low whistle, and Waver is beaming.]
That is amazing.
The Drabwurld, in many ways, has stopped surprising Waver. Things are weird, then they go from bad to worse. That's just how it is.
Sometimes, it's nice to be surprised by something that is simply beautiful.
Silence sets in for a few moments. Finally, there's a low whistle, and Waver is beaming.]
That is amazing.
[ She laughs a little, the sound coming out as a strange rumble before she stands. Padfoot, obviously smelling the difference, comes rushing in and almost barrels into Hermione's side, her head shaking before she stands.
Slowly, carefully, she shifts over and puts her face on Waver's lap.
She isn't a real lion, but she wants to flex her wings and she can't do that sitting down, can she? ]
Slowly, carefully, she shifts over and puts her face on Waver's lap.
She isn't a real lion, but she wants to flex her wings and she can't do that sitting down, can she? ]
[Dorian is slightly confused about why someone would put a communication on a tag for their dog, or why Hermione is wearing dog tags either. He brushes past it, however, as he is more interested in how they'll develop this.]
Oh, yes! Word of mouth will no doubt spread it far. [Curiously, he has to ask:] Will you give such devices to natives, should they ask it? Others outside the court?
Oh, yes! Word of mouth will no doubt spread it far. [Curiously, he has to ask:] Will you give such devices to natives, should they ask it? Others outside the court?
[ She nods, quickly enough. ]
Of course. A few of my friends from the other court already have them and I don't see any reason why we should limit ourselves.
[ She offers him a small, pleased smile. ]
If they can get to us, where we are, to get one? They've earned it.
Of course. A few of my friends from the other court already have them and I don't see any reason why we should limit ourselves.
[ She offers him a small, pleased smile. ]
If they can get to us, where we are, to get one? They've earned it.
I have never had to rub a person behind the ears before. Forgive me the novelty of this.
[And, very carefully, he does just that, laughing at the absurdity of it all, along with Padfoot's reaction.]
You know if the White Heart ever gets you stuck in this mode during Yule, I think you'll have a good, long week of relaxation.
[And, very carefully, he does just that, laughing at the absurdity of it all, along with Padfoot's reaction.]
You know if the White Heart ever gets you stuck in this mode during Yule, I think you'll have a good, long week of relaxation.
[ Padfoot just keeps trying to shove himself under Hermione, who ends up allowing herself a moment of fake feline happiness (how many people can say they've had their ears scratched?) before she leans back and nudges his hand as a thanks, a little bit of instinct before she settles back.
The dog at her side is already whining a little, as if he knows what's coming, and then with a bit of magic Hermione has turned back into herself, cheeks a little bit pink. ]
I think I've probably earned a week or two off, don't you?
[ At least she didn't beg for belly rubs. ]
The dog at her side is already whining a little, as if he knows what's coming, and then with a bit of magic Hermione has turned back into herself, cheeks a little bit pink. ]
I think I've probably earned a week or two off, don't you?
[ At least she didn't beg for belly rubs. ]
Oh, I think everyone's earned it, but I don't know if anyone's going to get it.
[His hand is now, rather amusingly, covered with thick lion fur. Waver takes a beat to try and get most of it off, but it instead clumps onto the leg of his trousers, and he decides it isn't worth the fight anymore.]
Magic back home would never allow for this kind of thing.
[His hand is now, rather amusingly, covered with thick lion fur. Waver takes a beat to try and get most of it off, but it instead clumps onto the leg of his trousers, and he decides it isn't worth the fight anymore.]
Magic back home would never allow for this kind of thing.
[ She bites back her laughter, biting at the inside of her cheek before she grabs her wand - a quick spell later and his clothes are hairless. You get used to magic like that when you have a dog and a cat around. ]
It'd be a nice thought. Maybe at Samhain?
[ Because there's going to be one this year, surely. ]
At home we would call something like that an Animagus. Wizards and witches can learn, through a lot of patience and study, to transform into an animal that reflects who they are, their personality.
It'd be a nice thought. Maybe at Samhain?
[ Because there's going to be one this year, surely. ]
At home we would call something like that an Animagus. Wizards and witches can learn, through a lot of patience and study, to transform into an animal that reflects who they are, their personality.
We might have to settle for it. Although if I don't have a naked beach adventure again, that'll be for the better.
[Thank you Brucolac, Harry, and Voljin.]
That's incredibly useful. Forgive me for never having mentioned it before - I've found the element of surprise helps me here - but the way magecraft works for us back home, such work would be seen as sort of frivolous.
[Thank you Brucolac, Harry, and Voljin.]
That's incredibly useful. Forgive me for never having mentioned it before - I've found the element of surprise helps me here - but the way magecraft works for us back home, such work would be seen as sort of frivolous.
... I don't think I want to know, do I?
[ Definitely not. She doesn't want to picture Waver without his clothes -- no offence, of course, she's just pink enough already. ]
I can understand that. A lot of the magic in my world feels very easy and quick for us - like our teleporting, Floo powder, animagus, Portkeys... It's strange to see magic that's not as simple.
[ Definitely not. She doesn't want to picture Waver without his clothes -- no offence, of course, she's just pink enough already. ]
I can understand that. A lot of the magic in my world feels very easy and quick for us - like our teleporting, Floo powder, animagus, Portkeys... It's strange to see magic that's not as simple.
You really, really don't.
[They were so drunk, Hermione.]
I'm jealous, in many ways. What we do is a lot more scientific in how it's approached. Studies are done over years, families do experiments from one generation to the next, that sort of thing. I actually appreciate the simplicity of what your system's like.
[They were so drunk, Hermione.]
I'm jealous, in many ways. What we do is a lot more scientific in how it's approached. Studies are done over years, families do experiments from one generation to the next, that sort of thing. I actually appreciate the simplicity of what your system's like.
We had a bit of a discussion about it, yes.
[ There's a bit of pride, knowing something, and she takes a sip of her drink before she leans on the counter. ]
We decided that the Crests were a bit like having the formula for a mathematical problem but never being taught exactly how to use it.
[ There's a bit of pride, knowing something, and she takes a sip of her drink before she leans on the counter. ]
We decided that the Crests were a bit like having the formula for a mathematical problem but never being taught exactly how to use it.
Good metaphor. [Waver takes a long sip of his own.] And nice to know he's better at teaching one-on-one. I always hated when he lectured.
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