"Well, thank you Lavellan," Strange responds, with a little nod and a grin of his own. And hey, she said he could go first, he's definitely going first.

"My magic is a blend of English magic and fae magic. Most of the work I've done has been elemental: asking the rocks to form a road, the trees to move, the earth to reach up and grab someone, things like that. I have a focus in reflection magic and can turn into smoke."

But talking is one thing, showing off is another. Though what to do...wind would work. He wouldn't have to clean that up later! A little too theatrically, Strange raises a hand towards the sky, as he mutters a spell under his breath, before gesturing at Lavellan and Syrlya. A gust of wind follows the direction of his hand and just slams into the two. It's not enough to knock Lavellan and Syrlya off their feet, but it certainly is enough to make their eyes water. The gust is also strong enough to knock over some equipment sitting out in the training yard. Whoops. He'll pick those up later.

Once the wind dies down, Strange looks particularly pleased with himself despite the fact that his hair's even messier than before. "I am also adept at dispelling, so I can clean up any messes should something go wrong." Everyone's just a bit fucked if something goes wrong with his magic.