Unexpected Destination

[not_a_rose]

He appears in the main room out of thin air. That does happen around here, and seeing the man in an open wizard's robe isn't surprising either. He's young and lean and terribly confused.

Startled, he pulls out his wand and scans the room, a frown bordering on a pout marring his handsome features.

"This isn't funny. Are you here, Sly?"

He doesn't put

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[notallworthy]

Tom is currently lounging upside down on a couch. It can't be proper or good for his clothes, but he doesn't really care. Tom is attempting to forget a rather awkward recent experience by balancing an apple on his head and reciting all of the British Kings he can remember. Or at least trying to.

Unlike others, he is most certainly not used to seeing people (wizard or otherwise) materialize out of thin air. When Evan appears in front of him Tom gives a cry of surprise, drops the apple, and tumbles off the couch.

[notallworthy]

"I'd be glad to! We can start with the kitchen." Tom grabs the proffered hand and shakes it vigorously. After a moment he looks at Evan's other hand. "Why are you carrying a stick?"

Typist: Sorry for the double post. I didn't like the first one.

[not_a_rose]

"It's not a stick. It's my wand." Muggles!

[notallworthy]

Tom gives a blank look. (He's good at those.) "So?"

Then the wheels in his head start to spin and he smiles again. "Oh. YOu're a magician, like Merlin or Prospero. What kind of tricks do you do?" Tom really has all the self preservation instincts of a dodo.

[not_a_rose]

"I turn nosy Muggles into newts."

[notallworthy]

Cue the blank look again. "What's a muggle?"

[not_a_rose]

"You, my dear boy." It doesn't matter that Tom may be older than he, he still adopts that hectoring superior tone of a pureblood wizard slumming.

[notallworthy]

Tom looks affronted. "Well it isn't my fault. I didn't ask to be born that way." He has come to the conclusion that muggle must be some new word for bastard. The irritating way that Evan says it only drives the suspicion home. "For all I know, I could be the son of a great nobleman."

[not_a_rose]

"If your father is not a wizard, it wouldn't matter."

[notallworthy]

"He could be."

[not_a_rose]

"Then you'd only be a mudblood or a squib. You don't even know what a wand is."

[notallworthy]

Tom is really confused now. "What does that have to do with being illegitimate?"

[not_a_rose]

"I didn't call you illegitimate." He shakes a head. "You're not a wizard."

[notallworthy]

"I know that, Mr. Rosier. What is a muggle, then?"

[not_a_rose]

"That is what a Muggle is. Someone who is not a wizard, Mister Jones."

[notallworthy]

"An odd name. It sounds like a kind of soup. 'I'd like a cup of ale and a bowl of muggle, please!'" Tom says, laughing. Now that the misunderstanding is over they can get down to business. "Where do you come from England, Mr. Rosier?"