un: man's greatest treasure [video]

[reparo]

Since we find ourselves in a new location, and seem to have picked up some, maybe some introductions are due. I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm from England. I'm currently assigned the role of a tax collector, it's going great. [Sarcasm.] I'm sure it'll be fine - I was a modiste in Taravast, for heaven's sake...

[Quickly, a smile! Nervous, but a smile.]

What else - oh, I'm also a witch. [Which reminds her!] I'm going to start brewing potions again, since the ground isn't being rocked from side to side by the sea and the sea monster... Supplies are limited, and alternatives to the ingredients that I normally use can be weak on the ground, so I can't brew as many as I'd like. I'd ask that we all exercise some caution and not need them as much until I can get the reserves back up.

[There is a pause, as she opens her mouth to say I also don't like being treated like a child, because-] Huh. I...don't know how old I am.

[A frown, and she seems to forget that she's recording herself now, lost in her own musings:] Let's see, it was May when I come from, but was it the same month here? [To the screen, to her audience, the question:] Does this world even work in twelve months in a year? Seasons? It was quite crisp when I woke up in Taravast for the first time, maybe autumn? [And she pales.] Oh, gods, it's been almost a year...

[A shallow inhale - I want to go back home, we just ended a war, I need to see my friends, I need to grieve my friends, I need to - and a very shaky exhale. She cuts the feed off.]

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[thedreamer]

Hermione Granger! Oh, that's a perfect name. Magnificent. Like a story. Hermione Granger. Very good to meet you. I'm the Doctor! [ Said in an enthusiastic rush, his energy totally mismatched with the general tone of her introduction. He's a bit clueless sometimes, whoops. ]

Okay, introductions sorted. What else - there was a lot in there, all grand stuff, I don't want to forget. I took notes, hang on - [ He actually looks down at his lap briefly, as though he really did take notes. ] Witch, got it, very good. I've met many in my travels. Brewing potions - that can be very good, too. We'll circle back to that later, I'll have follow up questions. Tax collector - boring. Forget that, you have potions to brew!

What else, what else - oh, your age and the passage of time. I circled this bit, should have started with that. Sorry! [ He looks at the camera now, a softness in his features suddenly because he remembered her sounding upset there at the end. Sorry Hermione, he got a bit distracted with the other stuff; should have led with that. ]

You don't look a day over a hundred, so you're still quite young. [ He means this to be comforting, said with so much earnestness and warmth. ] Being trapped here, though, for that much time, especially when time is all linear - which is just wrong - well, it would drive anyone mad. It's nearly done that for me already and I've not been here nearly as long. We'll work it out, promise. Get you home.

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[reparo]

[There can only be on reaction to all that rambling, and it's to stop having a near panic attack and just blink at the screen and watch the guy go. She sounds like a story. He's the doctor of something. Apparently he thinks just calling out his job qualifies as introductions.

He took notes? Of her rambling? Gods above, what a bookworm, taking notes - who does that?

Behold! Disarmed her right into a smile.]

There have been theories that time is loopy. A sixteenth century witch called it 'a weird broth', though we didn't linger on that chapter too long in school - anyway. Hello. The doctor of what?

[thedreamer]

Oh, if you like! That's a new one. Doctor of what. Perfect.

[ Evidently he is not going to actually answer her question because from his perspective, he already has. No, just moving right along, full speed ahead because she mentioned theories about time and that thrills him more than anything else right now. ]

Time outside of this world? It is loopy, yes, and that's just the way I like it. A weird broth, that's near about what it is. Wibbly and wobbly without any fixed directions. Fixed points, yes, and some of time can be rewritten. On occasion. It's all very thrilling, isn't it? There's no end to it, nor an end to what we can say about it.

Oh, I suppose that's not entirely right, the bit about fixed directions. On Earth, it moves in a linear way. Well, to humans, anyway. Well, even that's not all right, exactly, because it depends on who you're with. If you're with me in my blue box, we can leap from Monday to Friday in the blink of an eye, then go back to Monday five seconds before we left, with no one around you even knowing.

[ And he can pretty much go on and on about it, sorry Hermione. He does pause here, at least, so she has a chance to stop him. ]

[reparo]

[Worry not, she does interrupt him eventually. When he's rambled and been as whimsical as the kookiest of old wizards, she disrespects her elders and cuts in:]

Wait, wait. Are you an astrophysicist or a time-traveller?

[That would explain the Doctor title. Doctor of Timey Wimey.]

[thedreamer]

Yes, exactly that. [ Meaning, both. Is he going to be helpful and elaborate a little more? No. ]

But why limit myself! I certainly don't make a habit of that. You might say I've dabbled in nearly everything. Except making ice cream. I love eating it, of course, with lots of sprinkles. Never tried making it. I'll have to change that, it's never too late. [ He's winding up and he could really get going again, but, he restrains himself, blessedly. ]

Back to you, Hermione Granger. Extraordinary witch. All your life then, or something you've recently picked up? Magic is a bit different from one world to the next, you understand.