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a questionnaire;

[heirring]

[Shoved under Hermione's door at some point during her enforced quarantine is a packet of papers with a handwritten (distinctly lovely handwriting at that) questionnaire. The following instructions are pinned to its cover: 'Welcome to Riftwatch! Please fill out the following survey to the best of your ability and return it to the desk of W.A. Poppell in the Base Operations office. Should you have any questions, please do not hesitate to reach out for clarification. Best Wishes, W.A. Poppell, Research Division, Assistant to the Seneschal.' The following survey is...expansive.]

Questionnaire Section A
Of and Relating Specifically to the Rifter Population in the Gallows (Kirkwall, The Free Marches, 9:46)

Question 1A. Conceptually, how familiar are the Fade and the Veil to you? Are there similar phenomena (however minor the resemblance) in the place from which you came?

Question 2A. If yes, is energy drawn and/or emitted from or through it? Do cognizant beings (spirits, full bodied manifestations similar to a Rifter, and so on) pass through it?

Question 3A.(i). Does "magic" exist in your world?

Question 3A.(i).(a). If "magic" exists in your world, is it somehow tied to or sustained by this other space?
Question 3A.(i).(b). If "magic" exists in your world and there is no such alternative dimension as referenced in Question 1A., from where does it originate?

Question 4A. Given the opportunity to objectively estimate your own physical conformation and comeliness against the general populace of the world from which you came, where on a scale of one through ten might you be ranked (for the purposes of this survey, please consider the numerical score of five (5) as average for your home world)? Disregard. This question has been determined to be inessential.

Questionnaire Section B
Rift Anchors, with Respect to All Who Presently Possess Them

Question 5B. How long have you had your rift shard? Irrelevant; it is assumed you recieved it upon arrival through the Rift. However, you are welcome to detail any notes you may have on it here.

Question 6B. Are you able to perform any supernatural acts with the power of your rift shard beyond closing Rifts? If yes, please detail these abilities. Irrelevant; recorded with your personnel file. Please update W.A. Poppell should you develop any additional rift shared related abilities.

Question 7B. Do you have any other abilities, such as mage talent? If so, has the presence of the rift shard affected your ability whatsoever (please note whether this is a negative or a positive effect)?

Question 8B. At what point would you take surgical measures to rid yourself of your anchor shard?

Question 8B.(i). Would you permit scientific observation of the process?
Question 8B.(ii). Would you permit samples to be taken from the limb?

(PLEASE NOTE that the authors of this survey do not advocate for preemptive amputation unless strictly recommended by a trusted medical professional.)

a response, done very quickly

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1a. From what I've read, nothing particularly matches it in my world. We had something called "the Veil", but it was a barrier between living and dead - or so we were told. I don't know that much about it, unfortunately.
2a. We do not tend to have "spirits". We have ghosts - people that were alive that have come back and manifest, or poltergeists - but I don't think I've ever seen a realistic reference to spirits like they seem to be in this world.

3a. Magic does exist. It is not sustained by any kind of Veil as far as I am aware.
3aib. Magic is an inherent thing that people are born with. It's a sort of supernatural force, I suppose you could explain it, that is just something that people either have or do not have. It cannot be shared, stolen or given.

7b. I am a witch. I haven't noticed anything yet.
8b. Only at the point it would cost my life, I think.
8bi. If necessary.
8bii. If necessary.

[heirring]

[Some days later, a reply written on small piece of paper neatly cut from a larger page in an attempt to not waste paper. The handwriting is slightly more cramped to accommodate the limited space:]

Miss Granger,

May I extend my gratitude for your answers to my earlier survey. If you would be so kind as to the reply to the following additional questions at your leisure:

1. Would you call this Veil as 'conceptual' or a literal dividing line between two states?
2. Please explain the nature and practice of magic native to your homeland. Given that you are yourself Talented, a demonstration would also be acceptable in lieu of a written description.

Once more, I think you for your time. Should you have any questions regarding your stay in Thedas which might be better served by a fellow Rifter rather than a local, you may of course call on me.

Warm Regards,
W.A. Poppell
Research Division
Assistant to the Senschal
Project Felandaris

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Ms Poppell:

I really don't know how to explain the Veil of our world, I'm afraid. I suppose it was very literal when I saw it - it was in an archway, and stepping through it led to death. That's the very limit of my knowledge and understanding.

As far as magic goes, it might be easier just to show you? Whenever you have time.

H. Granger.

[heirring]

[The reply is very short so as to contain her EXTREME ENTHUSIASM.]

Miss Granger,

I suppose that will be sufficient. Please meet me in Storeroom Eleven of the Gallows library this evening.

Warm Regards,
W.A. Poppell
Research Division
Assistant to the Senschal
Project Felandaris

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[ It really does not take long for Hermione to make her way there, once she figures out where it is. Wand in hand, she hesitates before she peeks around, searching out "W.A. Poppell". ]

Um. Hello?

[heirring]

[Storeroom eleven is exactly what it sounds like - one of many archival rooms off the Gallows library itself, filled with a great deal of crates and shelves of files artifacts and miscellaneous special collections and so on and so forth. A space has been cleared in the center of the overflowing room. A young lady, very blonde and very bored, is sitting on one of the far crates writing in a small notebook with a steel nibbed pen.

Her temperament improves radically at the sound of her name. Brightening by considerable degrees, Wysteria is on her feet immediately. The pen is tucked (seemingly) into the elaborate knot of her braided hair and the little notebook is tossed haphazardly aside to be retrieved at some later moment when she recalls its importance.]

Miss Granger! What a delight it is to make your acquaintance. Properly, I mean. In the flesh.

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[ At least Hermione reckons that she'd have a great deal of fun just looking at things in here - there's so much to see and to learn here, a brand new world that just about makes sense to her, and she's almost so lost in it that she doesn't pick up on the woman waiting for her.

Lifting her head up, she offers a nervous smile, waving one hand. This isn't exactly novel for her - that's what happens when you're best friends with Harry Potter - but it's still odd to be gazed and stared at. ]

It's nice to meet you as well. You - um. What exactly did you want to see?

[heirring]

[Sweeping toward the (more or less) cleared center of the storeroom with a swirl of skirts, Wysteria beckons her closer with an encouraging wave of the arm. Come along, come along; no need to be shy.]

Oh, whatever you think would be best in order to give me a general impression of the practice. I can hardly ask for specifics without knowing what to inquire after. [She laughs over the very prospect; it's a bright clear sound.] Perhaps you might show me the very fundamentals. Whatever you believe those to be.

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[ It's just awkward, isn't it? Showing off in a classroom is different to showing off in front of a stranger, and Hermione pauses, frowning for a moment. ]

Well, some of my spells haven't been working, and some are acting a little different. I suppose that has something to do with being brought here?

[ But at least with a wave of her wand she can light up the tip with a little Lumos. ]

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[Wysteria's observation is a very keen thing, a sharp point riveted to the motioned of the wand and the light which flickers to life at its tip in response to her keyword; it does not, however, stop her from talking while she watches--]

That might very well be the case, yes. You would not be the first individual whose Talents or appearance or so on were modified by the passage through the fade. In what way would you say some of your spellwork has been acting differently? --Is the wand a requirement to the work, or are you able to spellweave without it?

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At least it isn't just me. That's a little reassuring.

[ Hermione waves the wand and the light goes out, flexing her fingers around it. ]

I can cast spells without it, but having it helps - almost like something to conduct them? And I have to say the words for most spells, but I was getting better at not needing to say each incantation too.

[heirring]

Oh, how funny.

[She actually does laugh.]

You really are a witch. How charming. --Remind me, where is it that you are from?

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I - yes. That's what we're called?

[ It is actually funny? Hermione's not sure. ]

Britain. A country called England, actually.

[heirring]

I've heard nothing of it whatsoever. You simply must describe it to me.

[From somewhere behind her ear - in the done up twist of her braid, perhaps? -, Wysteria draws fine silvered writing pen. She turns about in a small circle until--Ah! There--she locates the discarded booklet and fetches it back up so she might take notes for herself.]

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Where do you want me to start?

[ It's not as if describing a whole country is that easy, but she supposes she can try? ]

It's a small island and it's run by a constitutional monarchy, with an attached parliament. Some of them know about magic, but for most people it's just a fairy tale.