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[lestrangestone]

[Yeah, so she looks more than a little put out, but at least she brushed her hair. This video is brought to you by confused irritation, and the discovery that EVERY LAST BIT OF FOOD is absent from her pantry

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[lumenrelegandus]

[Still no words, but has to know.

Switches to video. Just to meet her eyes.]

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[lumenrelegandus]

[He doesn't laugh. Nor does he wince, get angry, or seem surprised. His answer is calmly matter-of-fact; almost casual.]

I was best friends with your cousin and married your niece. You didn't find me suitable for either of them.

[like an afterthought] And we differed on politics.

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[lestrangestone]

Over which thing did I...

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[points to the wound, but keeps her eyes on his]

...do this?

[Glad it isn't wasted!]

[lumenrelegandus]

[Given the form you took to--

His eyes narrow in thought. Does he really want to jog her memory?]

I don't... think it has to matter now.

[It shouldn't have mattered then.]

You remember enough to know that we have terrible history between us. All of which is entirely of another world. It seems to me... we have an opportunity, for the first time, to more forward rather than stay in the past.

[He couldn't do this if he hadn't gone through it himself. Couldn't look at her and see that this is someone different. If it was the same Lestrange, he would have struck.]

Who knows. We may find each other unbearable on our own present merits. But I'm far more interested, this moment, in finding that out than going back to how it was.

[Now to gather that turmoil into something actionable.]

...To answer your question, I don't objectively know, and would rather not rehash my guesses. I'll tell you anything you wish that I can answer objectively... but I don't think I can go through our old opinions of each other if it's not... constructive.

[lumenrelegandus]

[He couldn't tell for the life of him if he were being unbelievably morally and psychologically enlightened, or a devious fucking bastard.]

[lestrangestone]

Forward, you say.

[Eyes his throat again. He could be lying. But she does not remember him to be a liar. It confounds.]

We are related by marriage.

[Niece. Immediate distaste. Choice of company? These politics of which he spoke?]

We are both...

[she seems to have trouble with this word]

...wizards.

[Pauuuuuuse.]

These magicks are not of the Venificus. How much of them, or ability, is ...intent?

[lumenrelegandus]

[raises a brow, glancing around, wonders how much she senses or recognises of his defensive spells.

Looks then at her wand, remembering what it did last time it was aimed at him.

Tonelessly,] It depends on the spell. For the procedural: you must have confidence you will achieve it, a sense of mastery, but otherwise intent is less important.

For the most powerful spells… a good deal.

For example. You can't cause someone pain unless you mean it.

You also can't heal without willingness to give of yourself.