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Well, this is new. And that's OK! New is good. Unexpected is not, particularly, and that's why this particular young man's surprise at finding himself wandering strange corridors has quickly melted to suspicion, and then anger.

He schools himself out of it by the time he finds the stairs. He waits at the bottom of them, perfectly still apart from large, dark eyes that flit over the whole place, taking it all in with no expression on his face. Only the Window gets a second look, and when he's finished his surveillance he walks over to it and stands there, staring in mute wonder, one hand pressed to the glass.

He can investigate the room later. This is more interesting for now.

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James contemplates this question in silence, without looking at the person who asked it.

How hard is it to say I don't know? Very hard, even at age ten. He glances to the boy then, takes him in, and decides friendly is the way to go.

'I think everything's blowing up.'

He's dressed in neat stonewashed jeans, worn black Adidas trainers with normal laces - none of that weird fluorescent yellow and orange trend so prevalent in the 80s - and a red Liverpool T-shirt that he chose this morning because he wanted into his brother's good books. His accent is Irish, but refined. Not rough, not thick, almost English in some lights.

'Have you not been here before?'

He's dressed in vaguely medieval clothing; a nice linen shirt, loose hose and leather boots. At his answer, Quentin comes closer, its never good when anything blows up, that worries his parents a lot no matter where it is, but he can't see anyone out there.

Also no one's looked at him as if they want something from him, his accent is Canadian with a slight French lilt, "No, I know where all the doors go."

'The ones upstairs?'

There were a lot of doors upstairs. He'd be impressed if they all went to different places, and even more if another boy his age knew about it. He looks him over again with a little more interest.

"No, I don't know these doors, but I will. I know how to find the secret passages,"

Its best if people don't pay too much attention to him, that's safer and so he's really good at hiding and investigating. He might not know this knowe but he'll figure it out.

And now a little more interest.

'What secret passages?'

James likes secrets. Other people's especially. They're so useful when you want extra pocket money, or to get a lift somewhere, or all the chores done at home.

"There are always secret passages," Quentin looks up the stairs and into the kitchen. "I bet we can find them."

The boy earns a stare for that. It's quite a good stare, even at this age. Is he being asked to go somewhere? That rarely happens anymore.

'...'spect we probably can.'

He smiles suddenly, and it's a good smile! Wide, open, friendly. He's practised it in the mirror, but hasn't yet managed to make it reach his eyes.

'Going to show me how to do it?'

At the stare, Quentin stands up his straightest, his sister isn't here and he likes exploring with someone.

The smile is weird, he's seen nobles smile like that but its not that odd, "If you can keep up."

'If I can...'

OK, well, the smile is gone. James blinks, then nods.

'I can keep up.'

He's pretty sure he doesn't like this kid any more, but if there are going to be secret passages then he can pretend otherwise. No one has ever suggested James Moriarty won't be able to keep up.

'What's your name?'

Quentin nods, its important to not get lost,

"Good, I thought you could. I'm Quentin. Pantries are always a good place to start and we can get snacks."

'I'm James.'

Food. Well. All right.

'Come on, then. There's a kitchen down there, I saw it. There are rats too, but they work here.'

He doesn't know why anyone would ask a rat for food when the bar gives it out as well, but he's not going to admit he doesn't know something unless he has to.

"Oh, I wonder what else is here,"

There might be pixies but he won't mention them to a mortal boy. He heads to the kitchen and starts opening doors, the biggest pantry usually has the hidden doors.

James doesn't open any doors. He picks up an apple that's sitting in a fruit bowl on the counter, pulls himself up to sit on it and kicks his heels into the cupboard underneath. He watches Quentin without speaking, idling the fruit between his fingers, not eating it.

'You dress funny,' he says eventually, because while it's clear that people come here from all different places, he hasn't worked out how, or what it means.

'Where are you from?'

Quentin's running his hands over the walls to find the buttons that are always in knowes as he thinks about how to answer.

A mortal shouldn't find out who or what he is, that's dangerous, he thinks about what stories work, "Toronto and I'm in a play."

He considers this answer. He likes acting. He is very, very good at it.

'What play?'

This is odd, he's not finding what he should be and tries to remember play names, "Peter Pan."

'That's a book,' he points out.

'And a film. And a pantomime, but that's not a play.'

If you were in a pantomime, why would you call it anything else? Is he embarrassed about it? Possibly, and with good reason. Panto is puerile.

But hang on, he's from Canada. Maybe they don't have pantomimes there, or they're not called that. He makes a mental note to look it up. There's also the chance there is a play as well, and he just hasn't heard of it. He hates when that happens.

'What character are you?'

He turns around and says with a glare, he knows that its a play, he knows someone who saw it once, "Its a play and I'm one of the lost boys. I even have a sword."

This is a story he does know and he can make this work, he won't get in trouble for saying something he shouldn't.

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That's...a lot of glare for a fairly basic observation. But James is used to people glaring at him for various reasons, so he just smiles. There's less teeth in this one than the last.

'All right.'

'Where did you leave it?'

Its not good to get something wrong but it seems like he's okay for now and he smiles. Its small and a little uncertain, "In the prop room."

He can't find what he should find, but there are mortals here. Quentin grabs some cheese rolls from the pantry and offers one to James as he comes out.

He takes it, and doesn't seem wary. It's like that moment didn't happen at all. He doesn't eat the roll either though, just holds it and kicks his heels into the cupboard a few more times.

'No secret passages?'

How disappointing.

"No, but its the right kind of pantry for one too, nice and big,"

This is all odd and he starts eating his roll and looking around, its like a knowe but not.

'So you're saying that every big pantry has them, and you touch the walls to find them?'

Yeeeaaaaah, no.

'You know that Peter Pan isn't real, don't you?'

Quentin eats his roll as he thinks about how to answer. James is clever and Quentin doesn't have a lot of practice lying to mortals, he needs to get better, "Of course I do, but rats are also serving food here."

Also he knows pixies, they're nothing like Tinkerbell.

James is clever, but even he takes a few seconds to parse that one.

'You know Peter Pan isn't real, but rats are serving food here so...maybe this place is like it is in books?'

Well, it's a hypothesis. It also means Quentin's a baby who believes in fairy tales, or at least wastes time wishing they were real.

'So you can't really find secret tunnels.'

Again, disappointing.