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[notagrasshopper]

*enters, perfectly normally -- no, really, there's nothing at all unusual about his entrance, he'll simply walk in, glancing about him like any normal boy would do* *he's about sixteen or seventeen, though he could be somewhat younger or eternally older -- he's of average height, with average features, and he's wearing a black robe studded with

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[ambereyedraven]

As there seems to be no one who can answer your question, you are smart in that assumption. Hello.

[notagrasshopper]

Amazing how that works. *and bows slightly* Hello.

[ambereyedraven]

*tilts her head to the side* Indeed. Interesting cloak you have got there.

[notagrasshopper]

Thank you. Gift from my parents.

[ambereyedraven]

Is it magic? *rather suspects it is, but*

[notagrasshopper]

*...slight smile* Depends on how you define magic.

[ambereyedraven]

Magic as in it has properties that a normal cloak is not capable of possessing.

[notagrasshopper]

Oh. Not really, then.

[ambereyedraven]

Then why does it move on its own?

[notagrasshopper]

Motion, like time, is relative.

[ambereyedraven]

Relative to what? *more curious than annoyed, now*

[notagrasshopper]

Just -- relative. It isn't as limited as people tend to think it is.

[ambereyedraven]

*eyes him closely* Are you a wizard?

[notagrasshopper]

*looks slightly startled* Me? No.

[ambereyedraven]

Alright, then. You talk like one.

[notagrasshopper]

Do I? I don't mean to.