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De Occulta Philosophia, by Agrippa von Nettesheim, was considered a mature compendium of magical practice and theory. Written in the sixteenth century, it was on of the most influential books on magic around.

This is why Morgan is, naturally, sitting a table with a cup of apple tea, correcting it.

Have at.

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"Mmmm." And she bites her bottom lip.

Almost nervously.

He kisses her on the forehead, then tilts his head and looks at her.

"Morgana?"

Her fingers twist in her lap.

"...well, he was going to kill him."

"Who was going to kill who? And..."

He takes her hand. "You hurt someone?" His voice is not judgemental.

"Belasius. Was going to kill my servant, Ulfin. Sacrifice him to his goddess. Found them outside."

Softly,

"Yes, I hurt him. To make him stop."

"If he was going to kill him, then you had to stop him."

Simple as that.

Almost a whisper, "What curse did you use?"

"Crucio"

Then, a bit louder,

"I was just so angry, and it was the first that came to my head...he had a blood-star drawn, knife to Ulfin's neck, and I'd already told him months ago that Ulfin was mine now, and he just...through sheer pettiness..."

Morgan is, perhaps, still angry.

"Oh, Morgan." He hugs her, kisses her hair. "I don't blame you for using it. You had every reason to. He shouldn't have tried to kill Ulfin!"

A little smile, and she curls in closer. Really, she's lost all pretense of reading her book and is pretty much in his lap.

"Well, he's gone now. Back to his world, where he'll die." She sighs, and just shuts her eyes.

"And I didn't kill him, either. He did that himself. Or maybe his goddess did...I don't know."

"Good. I hope he doesn't come back here! Wanker."

He holds one of her hands, and strokes her arm with his other.

"When did this happen?" There's concern in his voice still, of course.

"Yesterday. Before dawn."

She hesitates.

"You won't tell, Barty?"

"Of course I won't! I wouldn't do that to you. I love you."

"Are you going to tell anyone else?"

Morgan twists her head up, and kisses his jaw.

"Thank you." And then, after a pause,

"Maybe Puck if it comes up - he turned Belasius into a snake, once, for months. Anyone else would probably get me thrown into the cells, and..."

She shivers.

"Not going there, not ever."

"You were saving him, though... but you're right, you'd get put in the cells. And they're - well, I've been in worse, but they're not a nice place."

And she'd be apart from her books, and her friends, and him, and possibly her magic too, and her freedom.

And though all of those are not good, the last two would make her panic. So, she just draws in a shaky breath and shuts her eyes.

After a moment,

"Met another person from your world yesterday."

"Really?" He's very interested. "Who?"

He wants more people from his world that he actually would be able to get along with.

"A Draco Malfoy? About the same age as myself. He seemed alright."

This is because Morgan is a young, very pretty witch. But she isn't know this.

He's very interested.

"I knew his father, Lucius. He was a Death Eater. Draco was just a baby in my time."

"Lucius was - well, I think he was truly more devoted to himself than to the cause. And he was a show-off, as well. Very rich and liked everyone to know it."

He smiles. "I'm going to be interested to see if Draco is different."

"I think he can be charming when he wants to. Heard about you."

"Oh, Lucius could be very charming too."

He nods. "I'm not surprised he'd head of me. How old is he?"

Amused,

"Like I said, about my age. Maybe a little younger, a little older...hard to tell."

"Ah. In his time, I'd have been Kissed. Right after bringing back the Dark Lord."

"And I taught him Defence Against the Dark Arts for a year."

At that, she twists about so she can face him.

"You taught him? How?"

"I used a potion to look like a teacher at Hogwarts. Pretended to be him for a whole year, teaching all the students. Well, in that timeline, anyway."

He'd quite like to teach, actually, but Polyjuice Potion is the only way it'll ever happen. At least at Hogwarts.

Morgan leans forward, and kisses him.

"I'm impressed."