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Once Bill had discovered people had woken up with powers they'd not had yesterday, he'd not been able to help the surge of excitement as he dug out his wand - it had been so long, he'd long since stopped carrying it. When it proved to still be in effect a rather useless, albeit nice-looking, piece of wood, he'd shoved it back in its place in

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After the first twelve hours had passed, Hermione was finally feeling relatively secure in the fact that she had managed to escape being shackled down to a power, and so had set herself to the rather daunting task of documenting those of everyone on the island, making sure that there were adequate resources or eyes turned onto anyone whose ability could prove rather dangerous. There was only so much that could be managed, however, in a single day, and before long Hermione found herself drawn to the kitchen and deciding that it was probably a good idea to get a bite to eat

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"Telly-ken-what?" Ron asked, though he was still boggling at the bowl of fruit on the counter, the glass of it cool against his palm. There's no way that had been normal magic; for starters, Ron didn't have his wand, and unless he'd somehow been struck with some kind of island memory charm, he definitely hadn't said anything along the lines of Accio, fruit bowl in the past few seconds.

But the island was up to another one of its tricks and everyone else was able to do some sort of weird thing, so maybe his was summoning fruit bowls.

God, that was rubbish.

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"Telekinesis," Hermione replied patiently, even as she scribbled onto her notepad, leaning some of her weight against Ron in her slight fatigue, trusting that he wouldn't mind overly much, provided that he still had enough room to continue eating (even now, she knew that here was much that could get in the way of him and food). "From the Greek words for distant, tele, and movement, kinesis. Being able to move objects from a distance, being able to move objects without making direct contact. Through the force of one's will alone, being able to build up physical or kinetic energy to move an object along."

Glancing over at Ron, who looked just as confused as more, she exhaled briefly. "Summoning, in other words, although many people believe it to be possible without magic. Without our type of magic, at any rate," she continued, looking down at her notepad again, "as evidenced by the fact that you didn't have to wave a wand to pull that bowl to you."

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Somehow, having summoned a bowl without a wand even on him had put Ron off of a third helping of stew. It was both really weird and bloody brilliant at the same time, so it was difficult to know how to feel about this telly-ken-kneesis thing, really. Of course, he would have preferred that their wands all worked again.

"I don't think there's really a 'possible' about it anymore, Hermione," Ron replied, because he'd just been proof of that, "Wonder if I can do it again."

With that, the bowl slid right past Hermione and off of the edge of the counter where it toppled over onto the floor.

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"Well, we don't know that for certain, Ron. Unless we are somehow able to determine what the exact source of magic on the island, or from the island is, I don't know that we can eliminate the possibility of this being magic redistributed, or... manipulated," Hermione hypothesized, not expecting any particularly insightful response from Ron, but still finding a comfort in offering up her ideas against a sounding board in the way that she had all their years at school. What she didn't want to admit was that her theories all felt rather thin to her, in fact. That more and more, she was getting the sense that the island and the forces behind it were beyond their comprehension. It would explain why no one had ever heard of the island prior to arriving on it.

She was broken away from her thoughts by the sound of a cracking bowl. Flinching, Hermione reached out to still his hand. "Ron, careful, you could hurt someone if you don't take care," she warned. "Maybe we could try something smaller, say... a washcloth, for instance."

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"Sorry," Ron said, though he wasn't, at least not completely. This was amazing, it was, even if he was accidentally breaking bowls. Maybe it wasn't the right kind of magic, or it was telly-ken-kneesis, but it was about the closest to normal that Ron had felt in months.

He slid off out of his chair to go find a kitchen towel to clean up some of the mess, when it occurred to him that he could just summon one instead. He turned his attention to one on the counter nearby, and held out his hand toward it, trying to will it to move.

Nothing was ever that bloody easy though, was it?

"Accio kitchen towel! I think maybe it's stopped working or something."

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"I doubt it," Hermione replied immediately, brow furrowing in thought as she watched Ron slide out of his seat and crouch near the ground. "Usually, events like these continue through the span of the weekend, and it's rare for anyone to find that they suddenly can't access the change or find themselves reverted in the middle of the day. I think it's more likely that the power isn't so easy to access, or perhaps that it's more limited in scope than the two of us expected. Erm..."

Frowning, she leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm, hand covering her knee.

"Why don't you just try moving the bowl again? Or the fruit that was inside, rather," she murmured, thinking of the surly man in the rec room that she'd seen not long ago. His power had been limited to inanimate objects. Perhaps Ron's was limited to food. (She wouldn't have been surprised if it was.)

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“Just the fruit?” Ron asked, skeptical. How was that supposed to work. Though, if Hermione’d suggested it, there was a really good chance that she was right. Except, that thing in space had lasted more than a weekend, hadn’t it? And the city underwater had as well, so it wasn’t like there were ever any rules to all of it anyway.

Still, Ron did as suggested, trying instead to see if he could get the fruit to move instead. It wasn’t even a second after he’d thought it before a few pieces of chopped pineapple lifted off of the floor and hopped back into the bowl.

“So… s’pose I can only get fruit to move. What good is that?” He frowned.

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"And here I thought you'd be more than overjoyed at anything that provides you with easier access to food," Hermione replied wryly, pursing her lips for a second before turning back to her notes, frowning a touch as she tried to find the place in the writing she'd been poring over prior to the marginally fruitful interruption. "I actually think that there's a great deal that you could do with your newfound ability, such as..."

Her gaze raised, glancing at the wall in front of them both, unfocused, as though looking straight through the concrete.

"...harvesting fruit from trees, for instance. You could actually help the island out a great deal, picking fruit from the treetops with only a thought or a wave of your hand," she continued, breaking to peruse her learnings again.

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Leave it to Hermione to pick the most boring possible use for it. Not that being able to summon fruit wasn’t rubbish anyway, now he’d be expected to be some kind of human fruit-harvester or something.

“Too bad I’m rubbish at actually controlling it,” Ron said, careful not to repeat aloud what he thought about the idea of being the island’s own personal fruit-picker. But even then, he was moving more pieces from the floor to the bowl now that he was slowly getting the hang of it.