Prompt: Skullcrusher Mountain
He dreams of being the head enchanter and transforming the order. If he was in charge, mages wouldn't be trapped by templars and the chantry with all its foolish, superstitious rules. If he was in charge everything would be fine. He'd invent new spells, more powerful than anything seen before, and everyone would be so impressed they'd bow before him. He bets that would get her attention.
Meanwhile she still doesn't know he exists. He glances her way and sighs, because she's just completed a perfect summoning spell and any day now she'll undergo the Harrowing, which she will of course pass, and then she'll be even more out of his reach than ever, because he has years or study left before he can get the power he needs to feel confident enough to talk to her.
Years later, when he's on the run from Templars who he knows full well would have caught him long ago if their numbers hadn't been so decimated by the disaster that befell the tower, he will see the Hero of Ferelden from a distance, and wonder how things would have been different he'd ever just walked up to her and introduced himself.