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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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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."

He grins at that. If she's impressed, he's happy. "Fooled Dumbledore for ages. Moody - that's the teacher - was his friend. Did everything really well until the last moment."

And then... oh dear.

She makes a face, moving back so that's she sitting on the table. Reaching out, she plays with his hair for a moment.

"Maybe in your other future, you could try teaching."

"Hmm. Maybe. I don't think they'll want me to teach at Hogwarts, though. Not without a disguise. And that's risky."

He smiles with one corner of his mouth, half a smile, half a frown. He doesn't know what he wants form his future yet.

"I guess. Seems much simpler, in my world. Just...go out and find Urien and see if he still wants to..." marry me, but she can't say it. Not sitting here, talking to Barty. Not now.

Her voice trails off, and she can't think of anything to fill it.

Barty frowns. He wants to ask what she's going to say; he leaves it for another time.

He will ask, though.

He kisses her once more, and they sit together in silence, listening to their own thoughts.

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