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*A witch walks into a bar and ~~says 'Ow!'~~ orders a Butterbeer before sitting at a table. She rifles through her bag and pulls out a copy of 'Which Broomstick' and starts to read.*

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The witch is being eyed curiously by a Mord-Sith, who is sitting a short ways away, at the bar.

*Angelina glances up from her magazine and spots the woman looking at her. She smiles at Raina.*

"Is that a publication about brooms?" Raina, being from a world in which brooms are used solely for sweeping things, is understandably bewildered.

Yeah. Racing brooms, not the kind you use to sweep floors with.

Raina blinks a few times. "Brooms can race...?" There's a moment's pause. "Magical brooms?" Said with the suspicion of one who does not really trust magic.

*She nods.*

Flying brooms. Theese ones are specificly designed for racing.

"Why would one want to make brooms fly...?" Raina also comes from a world where the tales of witches riding on broomsticks most certainly don't exist.

*Angelina is starting to see this.*

Transportation.

"Oh...you ride them?" That makes a little more sense - though only a little. "Don't you have horses in your world?"

*She laughs.*

Yes we ride brooms and yes we've got horses, but we don't use them for transport. Witches and wizards have never used them for transport and muggles haven't used them like that since they invented cars.

Raina pales a little. "You're a witch?" Because in her world, witch women were scary. "Or are you a wizard?" She's never heard of a female wizard, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.

After a heartbeat, "What are muggles? And cars?"

*Angelina notices the lack of colour.*

Yeah I'm a witch. But I'm a good witch, honest.

Muggles are what we call non-magical people and cars are mechanical carriages. They don't need horses to pull them.

"Witches are witches. They tell the future and blind others with illusions." Raina frowns slightly. "Unless your witches are very different from the ones in my world, perhaps."

Very different. I can't see the future, and I don't know a witch who can- I know one who claimed she could but she's just a fraud.

"Then you use a different sort of magic?" Raina hasn't really relaxed - she doesn't trust magic, something she has in common with most of her people. But at least she can be sure she won't be told how her friends and loved ones will die.

More than likely.

*She says with a nod.*

"Well." A moment's pause. "That is...good."

Glad to hear it.

*She says with a small smile.*

I'm Angelina Johnson.

"I'm Raina." There's a small smile. She seems like she might be a little rusty when it comes to smiling.

Nice to meet you.

So now you know a bit about me, what about you?

"I am Mord-Sith." Which, in her mind, explains a great deal.

*She shakes her head.*

I'm sorry, I haven't heard that term before.

"We are...protectors of the Lord Rahl, who rules D'Hara." Raina tries to think of a way to explain things in a...reasonable manner. "We are equipped to deal with magical assassins."

So you're like a body guard?

"Yes." Raina sounds a little relieved. "Yes, much like that. Or I was. I'm dead now." Said very matter-of-factly.

Oh. I'm sorry.

"As am I. But I can't change it. And here is not so bad a place to be dead in." She can think of much, much worse...

No I guess it's not.

If you don't mind me asking, how did it happen?

"A man who wanted to enslave the world released a magical plague. I died from it." She makes a quick, calming gesture. "Don't worry, it didn't come in with me."

We have someone like that in my world.

"Tyrants are commonplace, I've found."

Unfortunatly. There have been two in my world in the last fifty years alone.

"Have you killed them?" she asks, quite matter of factly. Because in her mind, that's the logical thing to do.

One of them has been. The second is still alive. There are a lot of people trying to kill him.

Raina nods slightly. "I hope you can kill him soon."

So do I. The sooner You-Know-Who dies, the less innocents will be killed.

Raina gives her an odd look. "He doesn't have a name?"

He has a name, but people don't say it. We call him He Who Must Not Be Named or You Know Who.

"That's a little strange. Names don't really have power. It seems much like a scare tactic to me."

It is a scare tactic. It's almost as if people think that he'll hear you say it and come after you personally.

"Feh. If he had that much power he'd be just as likely to come kill you if you use some silly stand-in. People really are foolish sometimes." She doesn't add the standard 'no offense', as she honestly doesn't realise she may have said something offensive.

*She blushes.*

Maybe it is a bit foolish.

Raina nods once, as though to say 'of course it is'. Yes, she's that socially inept.

*She's quiet for a moment.*

How long have you been here?

"Several months now. I am slowly getting used to this place."

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