Mia was just stopping by in the bar this morning for some last minute preparations before her trip to England. She had decided to have a tea and Bar decided to give her this week's pamphlet and a note
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"Very lovely," Mia says smiling with tiny emotional tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Any song that mentions the baby aspect of Christmas is sure to get to an expectant mother. "What can I get for you?"
"Really? My husband never told me that and he's a Brit. But then, he has a general lack of knowledge for things that might be considered popular culture, like Christmas carols."
The features aren't lost on the pale-skinned, violet-eyed, not-freakangel Guildmaster. But she isn't just going to jump and say he's a freakangel. Who knows how offended he (theoretically) would be if he wasn't?
"I'm Mia," she says while fetching the eggnog. "Oh, seems you have a choice. Do you care for alcohol or would you rather have nonalcoholic?"
Whatever he chooses, she's going to grab the nonalcoholic for herself to try.
"Hm, never tried the alcohol version before, so... yes, alcohol, please." Connor noticed she has the Freakangels package's markings, but also will not make assumptions. "Where from in Britain is he?"
"Whitechapel, London. Never been to Wiltshire myself." What with the being turned to 'authorities' by their families and running for their lives: not much time for tourism.
He takes a sip of the drink, then a small gulp. "Hm... better than I remembered."
Whitechapel is the last familiar bell to ring, enough to ask:
"Whitechapel? You wouldn't happen to know Karl, would you?"
Mia has actually never tried eggnog, but takes a sip and grins at the flavor and texture.
"I've spent some time in London, mostly Diagon Alley, sort of the wizards' district. Aside from the fact that Diagon Alley is over by Soho, according to a friend in the same area, I don't really know much about London or England."
That makes him blink and smile. "Goggles, bald, shabby hat, tinfoil cap under it? Yes, I do." But he will not make assumptions on what he might have told the woman.
"Wizards? Different London then, we do not have wizards... or they are very good at hiding."
"And carrying two trees, yes," Mia says fondly. "I offered to help him, but he ended up fussing over me instead."
Another sip of eggnog.
"I'd believe either. I know there are some worlds without magic, but Draco's said wizards have been in hiding for some time, since the 17th century, I think. It's unusual for me to think of sometimes, my home having no laws of secrecy and most everyone knowing about magic."
He listens and nods, not surprised: most of the Freakangels would fuss the same. "Makes sense: at least in Europe, there was a time when knowing how to make willowbark tea for pain relief could get you in trouble. Too many people fear and distrust others who can do more or different things."
"So... are you a witch?" But he is obviously joking.
"In Katarina, a zone on my world Lunar. From what I know, it's more likely than not that Lunar is Earth's Moon, only on a different part of the timeline, possibly your own timeline from what Karl's told me."
Hmmm, how to explain how one does magic...
"Well, it's sort of a natural thing. Most everyone at home has a talent for magic, but that gets channeled to what they do best. I've seen people turn what could have been magic into exemplary swordsmanship or extraordinary singing. And even then it can have some effects like magic, like lullabies guaranteed to put the listener to sleep and sword attacks without a physical blade. But those who turn it into magic are usually drawn to some element, like my own specialties of fire and ice. There are usually words to it, but those who are very skilled can do it without saying anything. And, unlike some other types of magic, energy is expended using magic, so we have starlights to replenish it in times of emergency."
So different, but so alike the Freakangel's powers: each of them has a specialty, a gift, a talent.
Sword fighting without a sword souns cool. And Connor does not doubt wizards could turn the moon into something where people could live. "I think I got it... sounds... well, different but makes sense."
Even that was beyond their scope. It took the Goddess Althena turning it into an inhabitable planet so the refugees from Earth would have somewhere to go.
But other than that...
"I often get that. But I've seen people adapt easily enough. Draco has adapted to using his magic in my world. He's even taken up water magic as one of his specialties."
And a cold frosty morning,
Past three a clock;
Good morrow, masters all!
Born is a Baby,
Gentle as may be,
Son of the eternal
Father supernal."
Connor does not have a great singing voice, but he does his best to not pass on the free holiday beverages.
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And almost as an afterthought. "Hi, I'm Connor." Light skin, purple eyes...
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The features aren't lost on the pale-skinned, violet-eyed, not-freakangel Guildmaster. But she isn't just going to jump and say he's a freakangel. Who knows how offended he (theoretically) would be if he wasn't?
"I'm Mia," she says while fetching the eggnog. "Oh, seems you have a choice. Do you care for alcohol or would you rather have nonalcoholic?"
Whatever he chooses, she's going to grab the nonalcoholic for herself to try.
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Mia grabs both containers and pours Connor's eggnog first before getting a glass for herself.
"What about you?"
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He takes a sip of the drink, then a small gulp. "Hm... better than I remembered."
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"Whitechapel? You wouldn't happen to know Karl, would you?"
Mia has actually never tried eggnog, but takes a sip and grins at the flavor and texture.
"I've spent some time in London, mostly Diagon Alley, sort of the wizards' district. Aside from the fact that Diagon Alley is over by Soho, according to a friend in the same area, I don't really know much about London or England."
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"Wizards? Different London then, we do not have wizards... or they are very good at hiding."
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Another sip of eggnog.
"I'd believe either. I know there are some worlds without magic, but Draco's said wizards have been in hiding for some time, since the 17th century, I think. It's unusual for me to think of sometimes, my home having no laws of secrecy and most everyone knowing about magic."
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"So... are you a witch?" But he is obviously joking.
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She nods and says, "I am," and points to the specials sign, specifically the part that says drinks are on the Magic Guild.
"I'm the Guildmaster of the Magic Guild of Vane."
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"And how one does magic?"
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Hmmm, how to explain how one does magic...
"Well, it's sort of a natural thing. Most everyone at home has a talent for magic, but that gets channeled to what they do best. I've seen people turn what could have been magic into exemplary swordsmanship or extraordinary singing. And even then it can have some effects like magic, like lullabies guaranteed to put the listener to sleep and sword attacks without a physical blade. But those who turn it into magic are usually drawn to some element, like my own specialties of fire and ice. There are usually words to it, but those who are very skilled can do it without saying anything. And, unlike some other types of magic, energy is expended using magic, so we have starlights to replenish it in times of emergency."
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Sword fighting without a sword souns cool. And Connor does not doubt wizards could turn the moon into something where people could live. "I think I got it... sounds... well, different but makes sense."
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But other than that...
"I often get that. But I've seen people adapt easily enough. Draco has adapted to using his magic in my world. He's even taken up water magic as one of his specialties."
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