"Good advice." Before now, he's never wanted to be called anything other
than Harry Potter, but he'd never been able to pick his own name before. He
doesn't mind Akos and he's on the fence about being a One-Eyed Anything.
(Better an Ally than a Champion, though.)
Her lips purse and she tilts her head, stepping forward and watching him. Her eyes go up and down, as if examining him, before her lips curl into a twisted little smile.
Harry is well aware that he's not much to look at. Short, plain, scarred,
and doesn't really dress like any of the flashier witches and wizards he's
met.
"I could teach you to call a patronus. If you've a strong, happy memory,
then you can call it up, and it'll protect you against dark magics. Those
ghostly dogs we had a while back, it worked on those."
The curiosity is obvious, stealing over her and lighting up her face in a different way, her eyes flicking here and there before she hesitates. When she speaks, her voice is a little low, her words careful and measured.
"And what if there is no strong, happy memory to call upon?"
"Not one? Well, it's not as strong, it doesn't take a proper form and comes
out as a mist or it won't work at all." Or it ends up with maggots that
explode from your wand and eat you. Maybe they should try a different
spell. "I could show you some basic transfiguration? How to turn one thing
into another?"
"I have long since given up on any form of happy memory. No part of me can recall any form of joy." Which isn't strictly true, but she doesn't want to suggest otherwise. Even memories of her adoptive mother are tinged with the sadness of her death - her murder. The idea of transfiguration, though... She leans forward, eyes alight. "Such as?"
"Resharpening a knife, mending a hole in a pot, repairing a broken glass.
Glass and metal are the easiest to start with, because they'll melt and
bend." It's not flashy magic, but it's useful magic. Harry has thought
about saving up what he has and buying a proper tinker's wagon.
That catches her attention and she nods her head, drawing her sleeves further down along her arms, hiding herself more from his gaze. "... Acceptable."
"And what can you teach me?" He's got a bit of an idea of how magic works
in the Drabwurld from Linn's memories and tutoring, but there's just so
much of it.
"How to use your blood to power you." Lauralae almost smiles, the shadows across her face making it seem more dangerous and demonic. "To suffocate your foes, to empower your existing resource, to use it in ritual, to harm the world around you or strengthen it."
Harry isn't sure he ought to learn that sort of magic. Back home, where
it's not frowned upon, it's expressly forbidden, and he's not sure if he's
quite willing to make that leap. Then again, he thinks about having used
blood magic in the past and reasons he might as well.
Typical shardholder, she thinks, afraid to bask in their strength and accept all that they have themselves. Lips pursed, she gives herself a moment of thought before she nods her head.
"I return to the North in September. I will train you then."
He'll also have to tinker a bit with the spells he knows to make sure
they're useable by someone without a wand. Maybe another, similar focus
would work? It's almost as if instead of using runes to guide their magic,
a wizard uses a wand. Maybe.
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Her eyes narrow as she watches him, tilting before she frowns, stepping forward.
"Intelligent."
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"Good advice." Before now, he's never wanted to be called anything other than Harry Potter, but he'd never been able to pick his own name before. He doesn't mind Akos and he's on the fence about being a One-Eyed Anything. (Better an Ally than a Champion, though.)
"What sort of magic do you want to know?"
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"Everything."
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Harry is well aware that he's not much to look at. Short, plain, scarred, and doesn't really dress like any of the flashier witches and wizards he's met.
"I could teach you to call a patronus. If you've a strong, happy memory, then you can call it up, and it'll protect you against dark magics. Those ghostly dogs we had a while back, it worked on those."
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"And what if there is no strong, happy memory to call upon?"
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"Not one? Well, it's not as strong, it doesn't take a proper form and comes out as a mist or it won't work at all." Or it ends up with maggots that explode from your wand and eat you. Maybe they should try a different spell. "I could show you some basic transfiguration? How to turn one thing into another?"
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"Resharpening a knife, mending a hole in a pot, repairing a broken glass. Glass and metal are the easiest to start with, because they'll melt and bend." It's not flashy magic, but it's useful magic. Harry has thought about saving up what he has and buying a proper tinker's wagon.
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"And what can you teach me?" He's got a bit of an idea of how magic works in the Drabwurld from Linn's memories and tutoring, but there's just so much of it.
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"Ah."
Harry isn't sure he ought to learn that sort of magic. Back home, where it's not frowned upon, it's expressly forbidden, and he's not sure if he's quite willing to make that leap. Then again, he thinks about having used blood magic in the past and reasons he might as well.
"Alright. When would you like to do the trade?"
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"I return to the North in September. I will train you then."
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"Then it's a deal. I'll see you then."
He'll also have to tinker a bit with the spells he knows to make sure they're useable by someone without a wand. Maybe another, similar focus would work? It's almost as if instead of using runes to guide their magic, a wizard uses a wand. Maybe.
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"I will contact you, Harry Potter, nearer our date. Until then."
Iorveth will be coming to ring her neck if she doesn't hurry. Turning away, she moves back towards the trees and into the darkness.