multiversallogs | (no subject)

Who: Hermione Granger, OPEN
What: Hermione goes book-hunting, and runs into ~fellow citizens of Baedal~.
Where: The Library of the Blessed St Brian.
When: A few days after her arrival, before this.
Notes: If you want your character to interact with Hermione but doubt they'd be in the library, feel free to have them somewhere else and she can stumble across them; she's likely going to do some exploring elsewhere.
Warnings: none.

Libraries are sanctuaries, and that, right now, is just what Hermione wants, along with as many cold hard facts as she can find. Rumours are hardly trustworthy, anecdotes are just rumours in seed form, and the only thing the propaganda has done is made her wary and worried. She doesn’t trust herself to go into any bookshops just yet, not on limited funds, and she’s always preferred libraries anyway- from the architecture and the smell, to the fact that these are books passed from person to person, books with history, to the (admittedly mundane and worldly, but still relevant) lack of cost involved in frequenting them.

This, therefore, would be why she’s prowling through the shelves with her eyes wide, seeking out facts and figures and records. There’s an expression of intense, slightly hungry concentration on her face.

There are also three books floating beside her, which she feels a little nervous about. They’re too heavy to carry, and from what she’s seen magic isn’t taboo in Baedal- but she’s so used to keeping it hidden when not in explicitly wizarding society that it feels as if she’s doing something illicit. She keeps glancing at them, and then around, the furrow between her brows getting progressively deeper every minute.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Hasibe is a witch, and has been identifying that way since arrival--but there's a trace of dishonesty there, too, since her type of witch is markedly not human, and it suits her to pretend that she is human, presently. The differences between types of magic intrigues her, and she can sense that what Hermione is doing is nothing like what she might for accomplishing the same goal.

"Nor in mine," Hasi says, with a sympathetic note to her voice. It's a little wry, too. "But, you know, I suppose that when they have university courses on thaumaturgy, it's a little safer for the magically inclined."

"They do?" she says- a redundant question. There's no reason for the other woman to lie to her, and it's not that she disbelieves her- just that she's amazed. There's a barely restrained excitement in her voice; she's trying not to throw herself at the topic with ravenous interest, though that hungry look in her eyes has only increased.

"Merlin, how- well. I'd say innovative, but really it's only sensible. How fascinating, though. Brilliant, in fact. Is it just theory, do you think, or do you have to have some magical ability in order to study it? It's so interesting, don't you think, the way magical and non-magical communities are completely integrated here? Or- no, integrated might be the wrong word- but how they're made known to one another. Openly. Universities were always a strictly Mu- a strictly non-magical institution at home."

Yes; she's talking a mile a minute.