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Tom sits at a table slightly out of the way this evening. He's looking, well, a little pensive.

It's been a long, strange week, what with the Legilimency incident with Deitmar and the duel out back with Sylar.

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"Shite, I hadn't thought that far along. I bloody well hope our magic works there. It tends to work well enough, most places. In one place, it was even amplified."

He sighs and takes a drink of scotch.

"Sylar is a powerful- well, not a magic user. Or so he claims, as does a bloke from his world. He has powers though. He and I dueled out back. I thought I'd make short work of him, but he was a good match. I think he's a very cruel man, Draco, and one to watch. He reminds me very much of myself at a younger age."

"Amplified?" Draco straightened up with interest, "Where was that?"

But he became more grave at the description of Sylar.

"You think he might try to be a Dark Lord for his world, or similiar?" He wondered with a hint of worry and fear.

"I don't know, but I shouldn't be surprised. If he's my match, he certainly could be. But my point in the telling is more that I was just as cruel back to him. Taunting. Falling into my bullying role again."

He sighs, and decides to change the subject somewhat.

"On Pylea, Arithon's world, I had to whisper my spell commands and hold back or I'd blow things to hell and back without meaning to."

Draco started to comment on that, but then he became more interested in hearing about the world.

Very interested considering the grin of 'ooh cool' that was across his face at the idea of such magical power, "Really? Is it still accessible?"

You know he's going to want to suggest field trip, too. Won't he be disappointed when he finds out otherwise.

"No. Arithon is the only person I know from there, and he's not around anymore. It was quite the place though. I felt like I was tiptoeing on eggshells the whole time."

Awww, you made the wizard all pouty.

"Still, all that power. It sounds brilliant." Draco being all wistful in his powerlust.

"It isn't when you have little control over it. Mostly you just feel like a buffoon stumbling about with a wand."

"Oh. Bugger. Not much point then."

"Exactly. Power's only worth it when you're in control of it. That's the mistake the other me made."

Draco nodded, "Starting to see that."

He shakes his head.

"It's always a matter of keeping the balance. Sometimes you just- can't. But I reckon the trick is to clamor back to that balancing place again."

"Sounds very sensible. Our world has too many extremes as it is." The Order, the Death Eaters, neither seemed that wise to join.

"Shades of grey." He passes a hand over his eyes again, but he chuckles softly as he does. "I've come so very far in three years. But it's still a journey."

"Exactly," Draco agreed, and then commented, "I probably wouldn't even recognize myself from when I first came here."

"I'd say from the way you're carrying on, you're still very much the Slytherin," he teases.

"I met Mia, by the way. She's a lovely girl."

Draco smirked back, "So are you. Master Salazar would certainly still think of us as ones."

There was an unusual, well unusual for Draco that is, smile on his face, "Oh? She really is beautiful isn't she? How did it go? Did she say anything?"

Totally smitten and in love with the girl, yep. He's got it baaaad.

"She reminded me a great deal of Door. She's a fine young lady."

He sips the scotch and regards Draco gravely. "I fear I might have to hex you horribly if you break her heart. You are thinking ahead, yes? I know I advised you to sow your oats, but not at the expense of a girl who obviously cares for you so."

Draco nodded, "I was thinking ahead shortly after meeting her. I still care for Miniver, but I really love her. I don't want to lose her for anything now."

He added, fiddled with his ring, "I'd have to give up my name, and my world likely if we married, and yet. I just might not mind. Even with my own duties. Is that wrong?"

"Draco. Think about who you're talking to. I mean to say, I rarely even visit the Wizarding world any more, unless I need to buy something that can't be owled or Ingress wants to go to Florean's. I gave up my place there and found a much better one in the Underside."

He glances towards the House of Arch.

"I'm terribly glad I abdicated."

More fiddling, and a small smile, "Yes, I know... It's just that I still have my mum, and the Manor still stands as far as I know. I still have some ties if I can ever go back."

"You also have Milliways to go back and forth. I don't think that should stop you."

Draco considered that, "That is true. Didn't think of that."

"You have endless options here at the end of the universe. Make use of them. It might be that you were meant to come here in order to do so."

Draco nodded, "I've certainly had access to more here than I ever could at home. And at least, I'm not hated on both sides here." He glanced down at that.

"Exactly. This is a good reason remove yourself."

He finishes his scotch. "And speaking of removing yourself, I need to be getting home to Door. Thanks, by the way. It was good to talk with you."

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