"That's how I learned," Hermione confirms with a nod of her head. "A happy memory, something that fills you up and makes you feel unstoppable. It's like... Calling for the power inside of you, like using your happiness to ask for it's help. That's what I learned with Lancelot; focusing on the things that make you stronger, the things that make you happiest, and using that to fuel you."

She's standing opposite him, dressed from her duelling lesson, wand in hand as she adjusts her stance to look over at Dorian, her smile fond and gentle. Her thumb brushes over the edge of the wood before she breathes out, her free hand coming to press over her chest, almost absently, as if the glow from her shard was visible somehow.

"It's a little difficult at first but you'll get the hang of it."