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Hank comes in reading from a folder and makes it a few steps in before he realizes he isn't in a vault like he had thought. Looking up startled, he spins on his heal to head back out the door, the door which is no longer there. He face plants against the wall and his folder and papers go scattering. He's had better days.

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The papers, at least, are easily dealt with.

Remus stoops to pick up the ones that have landed closest to his feet.

"You all right?"

"Yeah, I think so," Hank replies picking himself up after finding his glasses. Then he realizes he has a nose bleed.

"Ah dang it," he says leaning his head back and pinching his nose. "Do you see a napkin? I think I have a nose bleed."

"Ah, yeah. Hang on."

Remus points his wand at the nearest table. "Accio napkin," he says, and one obligingly flies to his free hand.

"Here you are.

"You should really lean forward, though. Not back."

Hank's eye widen and he leans forward more out of wonder than following orders.

"Did you...was that magic or telekinesis?"

"Magic.

"Sorry. It's second nature at this point.

"Remus Lupin. Wizard. Hogwarts School. Britain. 1977."

That covers the basics, right?

"That's fascinating," Hank replies witha grin. "Hank McCoy, um...mutant. CIA, United States. 1962."

It is both scary and thrilling to admit he's a mutant though his voice catches when he says it.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr McCoy.

"What does 'mutant' mean? May I ask?"

It's not a word he encounters much.

Hank looks troubled and slightly embarrassed but he did bring it up.

"On my world, some people are born with different abilities than normal people. Because it is a genetic 'gift', it's being referred to as a mutation. My mutation is that I'm really smart, possibly smarter than anyone I've met before. No offence."

He's not sure he's ready to share his other mutation just yet and so doesn't mention it.

"None taken," Remus says, easily.

"Doesn't sound all that different than being a wizard, honestly."

"So being a wizard is something you are born with?" He asks carefully. "It's not something anyone can learn?"

He nods.

"At least for us, yeah. You're either born magical or you're not."

Amanda see's him and the confused look on his face and offers, "Good Evening."

It's more hurt than confused.

"Oh hello," he says not quite meeting her eyes. "Excuse me," he continues as he bends to pick up all the paper.

Amanda bends down and helps him pick up his papers, "Is everything alright?" she asks with some concern in her voice, if she doesn't know of a reason not to she tends to be concerned about other Milliway's patrons.

"Yeah, I..uh just didn't expect my Door to disappear," Hank says awkwardly. He is very high strung right now, almost twitchy and the papers are stamped TOP SECRET.

"Please don't read any of those," he pleads.

Amanda wasn't reading them but is suddenly curious, in spite of that she will keep her eyes off of the papers.

"I'll behave myself" she offers, "Well since you are here, perhaps once these papers are picked up I could buy you a cup of tea?"

"I appreciate that," the young man says shyly. "Iced or hot? The tea I mean."

She considers, "Hot I think" she smiles and offers, "I'm Amanda"

"Okay," he says with something like a forced smile. "I'm Hank, Hank McCoy. I'm not that familiar with hot tea to be honest."

"It's nice to meet you Hank McCoy." she waves down a waitrat and orders two cups of hot tea, "I find hot tea to be calming." she adds, "It warms you up from the inside."

"I'd like to try some then," he replies with another shy smile. His new friends seem to drink hot tea so it's only far for him to learn what he can about it.

Amanda orders two cups of hot tea, "Would you like cream or sugar?"

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