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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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"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."

"I see."

A quick flick of her other hand, and his tea is steaming hot - hotter than it had been, in fact. She does this silently, carelessly.

"And casting spells without wands?"

"It happens."

She raises an eyebrow.

"But it is not the normal practice."

She nods.

"My people are able to learn and use most magics, it seems, although I have only a sample of one."

He glances up at the door.

"Excuse me."

And he leaves.

The witch blinks.

"How rude."

And she leaves.

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