Chapter 12! Yay!

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Chapter 12 - I'm Considering Joining

The journey back to the waking world was a long one. It felt like she was under water, slowly rising to the surface.

There was something cold on her forehead. Cold is nice, she thought, barely able to put together those three words.

"Fenedhis, woman, I swear if you do not wake soon, you will feel the fury of Fen Harel."

It took Hermione a moment to register what those words meant, but when she did, she burst out laughing.

She eventually managed to stop laughing, and open her eyes, and found Solas there on the edge of the bed, looking at her with worried, but amused eyes. "Had I known threats would be the key to waking you up, I would have threatened you much earlier."

Hermione gave him a sleepy, amused smile. "I'm happy I woke up in time to hear that. How long have I been asleep?"

"Twenty four hours, or so."

She nodded. "Sounds about right."

"How do you feel?"

She thought about it for a moment. Tired, but her magic was back. She was about to draw her wand, but realised she was in her pyjamas.

"Where is my wand!?" she practically yelled as old fears filled her mind, and she sat up in a flash, startling The Dread Wolf in the process. "Where is my wand!?"

Solas quickly leaned over and picked something from the nightstand. Her wand.

Hermione sighed in relief as the familiar wood touched her fingers. "Next time," she said quietly, "put it under my pillow, if you could be so kind."

"Of course, Lethallan."

Her eyes widened when she remembered what had happened twenty four hours ago. "How are the mages?"

Solas smiled. "Unbound, unharmed, grateful, ashamed, and happy."

"Really?" Hermione said, relieved. "They are honestly all right?"

"One has a black eye and a bump on the forehead, but that is it."

"Oh," Hermione said with an amused smile, "that would probably be the one I knocked out with a wooden crate."

"Yes, about that," Solas replied, "you made quite the display on the ledge. You never cease to impress, do you now?"

Hermione shook her head. "I just realised that by jumping up and down from those triangle-rocks, the demons wouldn't hit me with their bloody fireballs."

"You almost moved like a rogue."

She grinned. "Maybe I can train to be a rogue as well. That would have been something."

Solas actually rolled his eyes. Rolled his eyes. Hermione couldn't stop the surprised laugh that escaped her. "Did you just roll your eyes, Dread Wolf?" she said, fighting a bubble of laughter threatening to burst. "I didn't even know ancient, elven gods could do that."

He looked slightly confused for a moment, but then his eyes glinted in amusement. "Oh, I might just have some hidden abilities yet."

"Consider me intrigued," Hermione said as she grinned at him.

He smiled at her, but then the smile faded to be replaced by a rather grave expression. "Your magic, Hermione, is it…restored?"

Hermione quickly nicked the wet piece of cloth he was holding, cupping her hands around it, and in the next moment flung her hands in the air, releasing a horde of tiny, white butterflies.

Solas watched with something akin to awe in his eyes as the butterflies flew around the room, but then, a butterfly landed on his head.

It was quite possibly the most hilarious thing Hermione had seen in her entire life. The tiny, white butterfly, flapping its wings as it sat apparently comfortably on the top of Solas' head.

Hermione met Solas' eyes, and the utterly jaded look he gave her made the whole thing even more hilarious.

Hermione broke down in a laughing fit. She couldn't help it.

She was still laughing when she heard the sound of a door opening, and finally managed to calm down when she realised Blackwall, Dorian, and Evelyn were standing behind Solas with mirthful expressions. Even Solas looked amused. The butterfly was no longer on his head, thank Merlin, because that would have triggered the laughing fit all over again.

"You're feeling better then, I assume," Dorian quipped, "if the butterflies and the level of amusement is anything to go by, that is."

"Much better, thank you," Hermione said as she grinned at him, summoned a piece of paper from the desk, curled it into a ball inside her hands, and released yet another flock of butterflies. Flicking a finger, every butterfly landed on Dorian, causing a snicker from Blackwall and a chuckle from Trevelyan. Hermione grinned, snapped her fingers, and the butterflies vanished.

"Your magic is back as well, I assume," Dorian said, raising an eyebrow. "On another topic; I have this excellent suggestion, you see. I thought perhaps we could just send you into the Fade, by yourself. The Inquisitor could open a rift, and you could jump in and clear up the area in a jiffy. After that display at the ritual tower, I am quite certain you would manage just fine."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can't wait. Honestly though, it's not exactly a miracle to balance on a ledge."

"Well," Dorian began, "no, perhaps not. But balancing on a ledge, while mind controlling a mage bound to a demon, dodging a rain of fireballs, throwing wooden crates around, knocking out mages, and keeping two mages unconscious on the other side of the tower… that is drawing close to miraculous. Oh, and then you proceeded to break the binding – seven times – to a nightmare demon – I have to admit I was close to terrified while watching you. I think Corypheus himself would have taken a step back at the sight of you at the time. Thinking about it; why don't we just send you off to take care of him?"

Hermione rolled her eyes again. "Are you quite finished?"

"For now," he quipped. "But I am certain I can come up with something more for later."

"I can't wait," Hermione said, rolling her eyes a third time. "Now, what about the mages? They are all okay?"

"Yes," Dorian replied. "But there is a chance you accidentally formed a new cult."

Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose. "Wonderful."

Dorian cocked his head, gazed at her for a moment, and raised an eyebrow. "I'm considering joining."

Hermione shook her head, but couldn't help being amused. "Please don't," she said, smiling at Dorian. "Anyway, I really want to get up, and I really want to shower."

Evelyn nodded. "We will be downstairs."

Everyone began leaving the room, except for Solas: He stopped in the doorway, looking at her. "I'm glad you are all right, Lethallan. You had me worried there for a moment."

Hermione gave him a warm smile. "I'm fine, Lethallin."

Solas smiled back at her before he turned around, closing the door behind him.