She has poured herself a cup of water just to hold something in her hands, and not fidget. The glow of the anchor shard that has burrowed its way under her palm is turning the cup vaguely swamp-like in quality, and Hermione stares into it without much more movement until the door opens.
She's here for orientation, or a health check up. More people who will undoubtedly tell her to try and keep her mouth shut, more people who will offer little to no pity about the whole ripped-from-my-world-again situation.
She's going to do her best not to bite the healer's head off.
And then the Head Healer steps in, and Hermione is stuck to her chair, staring. Can't be - but he says his name as she echoes it: "Doctor Strange?"
Memory jolts her into a time in the desert, at night, showing off the difference between Apparition and his circular portals. Discussing magic - "There are applications for neurosurgery in Thedas?" blurted out, no filter. "Or is it the sorcery bit?"
That's just Stephen's drag name
She's here for orientation, or a health check up. More people who will undoubtedly tell her to try and keep her mouth shut, more people who will offer little to no pity about the whole ripped-from-my-world-again situation.
She's going to do her best not to bite the healer's head off.
And then the Head Healer steps in, and Hermione is stuck to her chair, staring. Can't be - but he says his name as she echoes it: "Doctor Strange?"
Memory jolts her into a time in the desert, at night, showing off the difference between Apparition and his circular portals. Discussing magic - "There are applications for neurosurgery in Thedas?" blurted out, no filter. "Or is it the sorcery bit?"