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Git, in the back corner, in his normal robes. He's got a pile of books on the table in front of him, along with a cup of tea, and his wand. Strike that. The wand is firmly clenched in his hand. He doesn't want any long toothed miscreant making off with it. Again.

The title of the book he's currently reading? 'The Binding and commanding of Spirits'

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He looks up. And up. Ah. A Giantess halfbreed. Just what he needed. Still, in this place, it pays to be a little more polite then normal. Who's to say Security would do thier job should she choose to try and rip his head off?

"Yes?"

"I merely noted the subject matter of your book, and realised I haven't seen you in the magical library."

The witch gives him a cool smile, nodding politely.

A cool smile is returned to her.

"I'm not allowed within the confines of that place, sadly."

"Oh?"

She raises an eyebrow at him.

"And why would that be?"

"Security is not responsive to my activities outside the confines of this space."

A smug smirk

"Kidnapping the head bartenders wife is not smiled upon, despite thier rules. Not that it had anything to do with him, of course. Merely happy coincidence."

She smiles at him, and whilst the smile is not pleasant, it is a smile of pure pleasure.

"Indeed."

Somehow, he figured it would be.

"Having some problems yourself?"

"Something to that effect," she nods.

"Still." She looks contemplatively at him, head cocked bird-like to one side.

"However did you get away with it?"

He opens the front of his shirt, revealing a rather nasty scar all along his chest.

"It goes straight through."

Then, he rebuttons his shirt, and lifts a hand to his left eye. It comes away holding the eye in his palm, the pupil orienting on Jadis.

"I didn't come away unscathed. But, they could not punish me here, for things I did out there."

She blinks at him, once, twice.

"So I see."

She rubs her wrist, thoughtfully.

"You are a magic-user, I see."

He nods at his wand.

"A wizard, yes. Pure blooded."

"And that means?" A querying eyebrow raises.

"That I'm good at it."

Obviously, she is not from the Wizarding world.

"How lucky for you." It's almost a disinterested drawl.

"I suppose on your world, then, magic is confined to those of. . . pure blood?"

"Wouldn;t that be wonderful? Sadly, some of our ilk have seen fit to weaken the blood by breeding outside the established lineages. Sometimes, this leads to all sort of messes, idiot wizard children being born to muggle parents and all that rot."

"I. . . see. On my world, we all had magic. You would call us Jinn, I believe."

She tilts her head to the side again.

"You seem to wish to change the order of things?"

"Jinn."

A pause as he consider, then nods.

"I seek to return things to a better state, where Wizards once again rule over the muggles, as is proper."

"Yes," she nods. "Descended from Adam's first wife, Lilith."

An approving smile is forthcoming at that.

"As it should be. It is not, then?"

"Exactly."

And he smiles, plopping his eye back into the socket.

"And you seek to change this."

It's a bland enough statement, but one that holds all sorts of questions.

"Exactly."

He'll wait for actual questions to answer them.

Then he'll have to wait a while. She's not really that interested in his political machinations.

"What form does magic take, in your world?" Thaumatergy is much more interesting.

"Spells cast by wizards using wands."

He eyes her.

"Yours?"

"That seems rather simplistic," she says, disapprovingly.

"What of the theories, finer thaumatergical principles? Or do you merely point a wand" she suits actions to words, drawing a slim filigreed sliver wand, capped with what appears to be a diamond, from her sleeve, "say 'ice'" and as she speaks, his tea freezes over, "and that is all?"

She didn't need the word, of course, but it suited her point.

"Spells must, of nesscisity, be learned and researched, of course."

He fingers his own wand.

"But, once one knows a spell, it is always there. There is no concievable way to run out of magical energy."