A bit, yeah. Not so much that it ruins the experience, but I'm guessing you'd rather it be as flavorful as possible, so we don't want to do ice.
( Her eyes shift back to the clock and when the numbers change signifying that time is up, Hermione removes the tea balls from their mugs and sets them down on paper towels to keep them from leaking all over the counter.
Then, she takes a step back after picking up the wooden spoon and, Merlin, she feels ridiculous having to do this without her actual wand. She points the end of the spoon toward their mugs and, with a skillful flick of her wrist, clearly incantates. )
Glacius.
( A blue-colored light issues from the end of the spoon and the steam coming up from both of the mugs suddenly falls away.
Setting the spoon down, Hermione moves back to the counter and touches the side of her mug. Still plenty warm, just not boiling any longer. A satisfied smirk crosses her lips and she lifts the mug before looking back at Isaac. )
[ Isaac doesn't really know what she's going to do, but he watches her carefully, almost a little unsure. The light that swirls from the end of the spoon makes him blink, eyes wide.
He reaches for the second mug and expects it to be scalding hot. When it turns up to be an even temperature, he carefully drags the mug toward him. The scent of mint is strong on the air but it's paired now with the scent from the lemon. It's nice, actually. ]
Magic?
[ He's heard Sirius talk about it a little bit, but never at length, and he's never really seen it in action. ] You did that with your hand.
[ Isaac raises the mug to his lips and sips from it tentatively, making a noise of surprise at the flavor. ] Oh. It's good.
[ Isaac follows her with his own mug, sitting down in a chair opposite her. ] But you did that to the spoon. What other kind of stuff can you do? We don't really have magic back home, just... weird shit.
[ Seriously weird shit. Werewolves included. He drinks from the tea again. ] I didn't know what it would taste like, sorry. [ He almost looks sheepish. ] I can smell it when you make it, and it smells good, but just because something smells good doesn't mean it is. Trust me.
( She's not really sure how it works, now. She'd always sort of assumed that most of the magic she knows was more heavily reliant on the wand that had chosen her than the ministrations and incantations, but it seems she'd been mistaken. Of course, there's wandless magic and Hermione can even do a little of it, but mostly, she'd always depended on her wand. This has taken some adjusting on her part. )
Oh...loads of things, actually.
( She pauses, looking around as though that might inspire her for something and her eyes fall upon the tea tin. Picking the teaspoon out of her mug, she blows on it to cool it off enough to hold with the thin handle facing out. Then, she turns slightly in her chair and points it at the tin. )
Accio tin.
( Hermione puts the spoon down again so that she can use both hands to catch the tin as it shoots up off the counter and zips across the room to her. She sets it down on the table and looks back at her flatmate with a small smile and picks up the teaspoon again, giving it a flick and swish in the direction of the tin she's set down on the table. )
Wingardium Leviosa.
( The little tin lifts up off the table and hovers a few inches in the air.
These are simple spells, the latter of which is a first-year one, but to a muggle, they probably look much more interesting. )
[ Isaac watches as she casts spells, from the tin flying across the room to her, easy and quick, to the way it levitates off the table. He can't help but reach under it, feeling that there's nothing holding it up before he plucks it out of the air.
He grins, brows raised in amazement when he turns to her. ]
That's amazing. [ He laughs a little and sets it back on the table. ]
That's stuff you see in moves back home. I can't do anything like that, really. I mean, I'm fast and strong, but turning into a werewolf isn't as exciting as that. Have you just always been able to do that or what?
You know...the fact that you're comfortable saying that you're a werewolf is pretty exciting. Werewolves, where I come from, can't do that. They're completely shunned. It's awful, really.
( She shrugs a little, taking another sip of her tea. )
I dunno, I suppose so. My parents are muggles — erm, non-magical people — so we didn't know anything about it until I got my letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was eleven then.
We couldn't really talk about it back home, but it's different here. People know already.
[ He drinks from his tea again, already halfway through the cup. It's different, but the flavor is nice and it's honestly kind of relaxing to sit and talk with Hermione. They've been roommates, but being in and out of practices makes him scarce sometimes. ]
Whoa, wait. Did you say school? I don't think I could do anything as cool as that when I was eleven. Just played a lot of sports.
( Hermione sounds genuinely confused and interested in knowing the answer to this. She only knows — knew... — one werewolf back home, but she's more familiar with the damage that they can do than the ones, like Professor Lupin, who had been benign in every way they could be. She can't help her interest, therefore, in learning more. Besides that, if they innately know that he's a werewolf, then does everyone also innately know that Hermione is a witch? )
Yeah, I switched from muggle school to Hogwarts when I was eleven and just...well, I can't really say I finished school, technically, but... I finished my education during that time. I still spent my summers learning muggle things, though, so that I wouldn't fall behind if I decided the wizarding world wasn't for me, in the end.
( It's probably one of the only reasons she's managing to get by here and not floundering hopelessly, like Sirius if he weren't so stubborn and charismatic. )
Well, the school knows I'm a Super, so I kind of had to tell them because they wanted me on the cross-country team. It's an easy way to kill time so I did it. Don't even really need to go to school but it feels kind of like cheating if I don't.
[ But he shrugs it off, listening to her with interest when she talks about muggles and Hogwarts. The names are weird, they practically sound made up on the spot, but he knows Hermione well enough to know she wouldn't lie about things like that. ]
So you did school full time? I mean, I'd say I could help you with stuff but you're pretty much the smartest person I've met here. So, uh. You know. You're probably not gonna need my help.
[ He sips at his tea again, curling his fingers around his mug once its back to the table, if only for the warmth. ] I could of tested out of school but I missed a lot of my senior year stuff because of everything going on, so. Figured I'd start up here since I can.
( Sipping at her tea again, Hermione's head inclines in a slow nod of understanding as he explains. She supposes that might be cheating, given the rest of the students would largely be locals, so she can see why he'd have needed to mention. )
Cross-country what? Running?
( Again, she nods, a small smile on her face, cheeks warming a little when he says that she's the smartest person he's met here. )
Hogwarts was actually a boarding school, so quite literally full-time. It's a seven-year school, but I only did six-years before the war. I dunno if you'd be able to help anyway. You're a muggle, yeah? But it's okay. I think I've done enough schooling. I can keep learning without being in school.
( Her eyes narrow a bit as she tries to parse the Americanism. )
Oh, uh, yeah. It's just like track, you just run and try and beat time limits. And I'm fast, so it kinda works out.
[ He finishes off his tea, finally, which is a shame because not only was it tasty, but it gave him something to do with his hands. But he relaxes into his seat, slouching a little, keeping his palms around the mug. ]
Senior year. Like the last year of high school. Before college. I guess I could have started college early, but like I said, I didn't exactly get to do my work the way I wanted to. And it's not like it's gonna hurt me. But I'm pretty glad I didn't have to live at my school, but I guess Hogwarts might not be that bad if you had magic.
Oh, I know what it is, I just wasn't sure whether you meant running or skiing or something American that I might not have heard of, or something.
( Hermione finishes her tea as well and nods as he explains. )
Oh, right. I think it's fine if you repeat your last year if you didn't get a chance to take it and you wanted to. I actually liked living at Hogwarts, so I didn't mind. The library alone would've made me happy.
( She stifles a yawn behind one hand and then cranes her neck a little to try to look into his mug. After staying up all that time to help Sirius with the mirrors, she's completely exhausted. )
I should get some sleep but d'you want me to make you another cuppa before I go?
[ Isaac colors a little when she mentions she'd been testing the American and British terminology. He forgets that the sports can be different between the countries and he's run into quite a few things where they've had to awkwardly talk around or try and explain terms that the other doesn't understand.
But he catches the time on his bracelet and he nods. It's late. He should probably try and sleep to, though that can be hard to come by some nights. ]
No, I should probably go to bed. And I think I could probably figure out how to do it. Didn't look that bad. [ He gestures to the kitchen with a little smile before he pushes up from his seat, reaching to take her mug for her. ] I'll, uh. Do the dishes, since you made the tea.
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A bit, yeah. Not so much that it ruins the experience, but I'm guessing you'd rather it be as flavorful as possible, so we don't want to do ice.
( Her eyes shift back to the clock and when the numbers change signifying that time is up, Hermione removes the tea balls from their mugs and sets them down on paper towels to keep them from leaking all over the counter.
Then, she takes a step back after picking up the wooden spoon and, Merlin, she feels ridiculous having to do this without her actual wand. She points the end of the spoon toward their mugs and, with a skillful flick of her wrist, clearly incantates. )
Glacius.
( A blue-colored light issues from the end of the spoon and the steam coming up from both of the mugs suddenly falls away.
Setting the spoon down, Hermione moves back to the counter and touches the side of her mug. Still plenty warm, just not boiling any longer. A satisfied smirk crosses her lips and she lifts the mug before looking back at Isaac. )
Just a bit of magic. That one's yours.
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He reaches for the second mug and expects it to be scalding hot. When it turns up to be an even temperature, he carefully drags the mug toward him. The scent of mint is strong on the air but it's paired now with the scent from the lemon. It's nice, actually. ]
Magic?
[ He's heard Sirius talk about it a little bit, but never at length, and he's never really seen it in action. ] You did that with your hand.
[ Isaac raises the mug to his lips and sips from it tentatively, making a noise of surprise at the flavor. ] Oh. It's good.
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Well, technically, I did it with the spoon, I think.
( A soft sound of amusement escapes her as she makes her way to the table and lowers herself into one of the kitchen chairs. )
Don't sound so surprised.
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[ Seriously weird shit. Werewolves included. He drinks from the tea again. ] I didn't know what it would taste like, sorry. [ He almost looks sheepish. ] I can smell it when you make it, and it smells good, but just because something smells good doesn't mean it is. Trust me.
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( She's not really sure how it works, now. She'd always sort of assumed that most of the magic she knows was more heavily reliant on the wand that had chosen her than the ministrations and incantations, but it seems she'd been mistaken. Of course, there's wandless magic and Hermione can even do a little of it, but mostly, she'd always depended on her wand. This has taken some adjusting on her part. )
Oh...loads of things, actually.
( She pauses, looking around as though that might inspire her for something and her eyes fall upon the tea tin. Picking the teaspoon out of her mug, she blows on it to cool it off enough to hold with the thin handle facing out. Then, she turns slightly in her chair and points it at the tin. )
Accio tin.
( Hermione puts the spoon down again so that she can use both hands to catch the tin as it shoots up off the counter and zips across the room to her. She sets it down on the table and looks back at her flatmate with a small smile and picks up the teaspoon again, giving it a flick and swish in the direction of the tin she's set down on the table. )
Wingardium Leviosa.
( The little tin lifts up off the table and hovers a few inches in the air.
These are simple spells, the latter of which is a first-year one, but to a muggle, they probably look much more interesting. )
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He grins, brows raised in amazement when he turns to her. ]
That's amazing. [ He laughs a little and sets it back on the table. ]
That's stuff you see in moves back home. I can't do anything like that, really. I mean, I'm fast and strong, but turning into a werewolf isn't as exciting as that. Have you just always been able to do that or what?
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( She shrugs a little, taking another sip of her tea. )
I dunno, I suppose so. My parents are muggles — erm, non-magical people — so we didn't know anything about it until I got my letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was eleven then.
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[ He drinks from his tea again, already halfway through the cup. It's different, but the flavor is nice and it's honestly kind of relaxing to sit and talk with Hermione. They've been roommates, but being in and out of practices makes him scarce sometimes. ]
Whoa, wait. Did you say school? I don't think I could do anything as cool as that when I was eleven. Just played a lot of sports.
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( Hermione sounds genuinely confused and interested in knowing the answer to this. She only knows — knew... — one werewolf back home, but she's more familiar with the damage that they can do than the ones, like Professor Lupin, who had been benign in every way they could be. She can't help her interest, therefore, in learning more. Besides that, if they innately know that he's a werewolf, then does everyone also innately know that Hermione is a witch? )
Yeah, I switched from muggle school to Hogwarts when I was eleven and just...well, I can't really say I finished school, technically, but... I finished my education during that time. I still spent my summers learning muggle things, though, so that I wouldn't fall behind if I decided the wizarding world wasn't for me, in the end.
( It's probably one of the only reasons she's managing to get by here and not floundering hopelessly, like Sirius if he weren't so stubborn and charismatic. )
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[ But he shrugs it off, listening to her with interest when she talks about muggles and Hogwarts. The names are weird, they practically sound made up on the spot, but he knows Hermione well enough to know she wouldn't lie about things like that. ]
So you did school full time? I mean, I'd say I could help you with stuff but you're pretty much the smartest person I've met here. So, uh. You know. You're probably not gonna need my help.
[ He sips at his tea again, curling his fingers around his mug once its back to the table, if only for the warmth. ] I could of tested out of school but I missed a lot of my senior year stuff because of everything going on, so. Figured I'd start up here since I can.
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Cross-country what? Running?
( Again, she nods, a small smile on her face, cheeks warming a little when he says that she's the smartest person he's met here. )
Hogwarts was actually a boarding school, so quite literally full-time. It's a seven-year school, but I only did six-years before the war. I dunno if you'd be able to help anyway. You're a muggle, yeah? But it's okay. I think I've done enough schooling. I can keep learning without being in school.
( Her eyes narrow a bit as she tries to parse the Americanism. )
Sorry, senior year?
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[ He finishes off his tea, finally, which is a shame because not only was it tasty, but it gave him something to do with his hands. But he relaxes into his seat, slouching a little, keeping his palms around the mug. ]
Senior year. Like the last year of high school. Before college. I guess I could have started college early, but like I said, I didn't exactly get to do my work the way I wanted to. And it's not like it's gonna hurt me. But I'm pretty glad I didn't have to live at my school, but I guess Hogwarts might not be that bad if you had magic.
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( Hermione finishes her tea as well and nods as he explains. )
Oh, right. I think it's fine if you repeat your last year if you didn't get a chance to take it and you wanted to. I actually liked living at Hogwarts, so I didn't mind. The library alone would've made me happy.
( She stifles a yawn behind one hand and then cranes her neck a little to try to look into his mug. After staying up all that time to help Sirius with the mirrors, she's completely exhausted. )
I should get some sleep but d'you want me to make you another cuppa before I go?
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But he catches the time on his bracelet and he nods. It's late. He should probably try and sleep to, though that can be hard to come by some nights. ]
No, I should probably go to bed. And I think I could probably figure out how to do it. Didn't look that bad. [ He gestures to the kitchen with a little smile before he pushes up from his seat, reaching to take her mug for her. ] I'll, uh. Do the dishes, since you made the tea.
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I'll show you tomorrow, if you like. It's not very difficult.
( Then, she nods to the mug in his hand. )
Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow, Isaac. Have a good night.
( And with another sincere smile, Hermione turns, hiding a yawn behind the back of her hand, and heads off to go to bed. )