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Welcome back!

[Being that bit more powerful in the 'spotting who and what people are' department, Vahl is a mused and not a little surprised to see this young woman. This Janie. At this age. He never knew her then.]

Thank you my dear... But now I have to wonder if I have my dates confused.

Um. No? What date should it be? You probably have them right. I think. I hope so! Do you need a newspaper?

[She has no idea who Vahl is. She's just being friendly and talkative. She will not remember this encounter in her future.]

[It pays to be cagey, especially when one has wreaked so much devastation on a pre-contact planet. Vahl remains cautious. This young lady might not have even met Phoenix yet.]

Ah. Newspapers. I'd all but forgotten the joys of the editorial. Do you have one?

Um. No. It's 2015. I hope. I'm being useless, I'm sorry. Can we start again?

Hi?

Oi, Janie! Are you gonna introduce me to your handsome little friend, here, or were you just planning to keep him to yourself...? [Maria grins and winks softly at Janie as she says this, of course, because she's just teasing her new friend.]

Oh! I have a boyfriend! Not saying the Mister here isn't hot, because he is, but um.

He needs a newspaper!

[Strange. Most people would give day, date, month. Not the year. Which is why Vahl requested a newspaper. Very good for a sneaky glance at the year. He keeps in mind Janie's nature, and is half-certain she doesn't have alternates. So she could be young at any time.]

Never useless. [tch, tch, tch.] Twenty-fifteen is exactly the confirmation I wanted.

Hello. [Vahl nods his head in a very courtly and understated bow.] Delighted to meet you, miss... ?

Oh aye? A newspaper, I can do... [And she Summons a Daily Prophet to her side, because of course, she just got the evening edition delivered.] Here it is.... Actually, before I hand you this paper, let me ask you something, sir: Are you a wizard, or wizard-adjacent Mug-- er, Non-magical bloke?

[He could have summoned one for himself, but one doesn't do that kind of thing when one is entirely uncertain about giving Janie a nasty shock.]

You were going to say Muggle, weren't you. [Vahl gives the woman an eyebrow and holds out a hand politely for the paper.] None of the above.

[And he did hear Janie refer to him as 'hot'. Oh yes.]

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Janie Potts. And your name?

Do I know you already?

You may call me Vahl.

[Excruciating. Her first memories of him will be appalling, and Vahl still doesn't fully understand how her species functions with time and memories. Alec was a lot easier.] We.. do cross paths, eventually.

Oh aye? Well, then... [Before her brain has properly processed the fact that he said "neither" and yet, knew that she was about to call him a Muggle, she hands off the paper to him-- by which post it's actually closer to 1981: 9 October, '81, to be precise.] Let me know the Quidditch scores, will you? I'm rooting for the Pride of Portree. [A curious preference, to be sure, for someone who sounds more Welsh than Scottish, and really-- neither of the above, truly... Almost as if there's a bit of FRENCH accent in her voice, too.]

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It's nice to meet you, Vahl.

[Sadly, these memories will be completely lost to her, unless someone unlocks them at some point in the future]

Well now we've crossed paths now, and that means I make it to an older age. But I probably shouldn't ask spoilers. Anyway. How are you?

[1981. Either his temporal device has malfunctioned or the magical community is functioning on a different set of time notations. he rummages for the results pages.]

It looks like they did rather well. [Nice to be the bearer of good news.] My knowledge of your community is a little limited. Nineteen eighty-one? Is that right?

[No, she really doesn't want spoilers. If Vahl knew some of her memories could be locked away, he'd choose that time he tortured her to be wiped.]

You do, admirably, if I may say so. I'm well. [A self-deprecating hint of a smile.] Much more myself these days. And you? Are you flourishing?

Oh good, then! [And she favours the handsome man with a warm smile. (And yes, she agrees with Jamie about the "HOT" descriptor, too!)] Oh aye, indeed... I mean, is that what you wanted the paper for? I could have told you that much...

[Well, now she is pretty young and mostly undamaged. Mostly. He gets to see a new side of her!]

That's wonderful! I'm doing great! Never better. Well, there's the small thing about my family, but hopefully that will pass soon.

[Vahl would not be embarrassed to be considered attractive - although 'hot' would earn someone a hard stare - but he's done some terrible things to Janie in her future. So will not be encouraging her in any way, shape or form.]

[He takes out something that looks exactly like a cellphone and examines the screen.] I was aiming for twenty-fifteen.

[He's genuinely delighted by the prospect. ]

Family problems. [He shoots Janie a wry look.] Oh, the stories I could tell.

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Twenty-fifteen? Seriously? [Maria stares blankly at the "cell phone" as she considers how to answer this obvious lunatic.] I mean-- honestly, I don't even want to imagine the sheer number of flips you'd have to make on a Time-Turner to actually get ahead that bloody far! Seriously though: talk about carpal tunnel syndrome! [She grimaces apologetically.] Of course, someone in the Department of Mysteries is probably working on something or other to make "time travel" a little easier, on the wrists, at least! [A small chuckle, and another smile up at the handsome, HOT man... Which she is > < this close to telling him, quite honestly!]

Did you resolve them? I hope so. It's hard, because they're family, so you want to be loyal. I'm assuming anyway. It's the family bond, but when they do horrible things it's hard to stay nice..

Do you ever really get out of the boonies? Or do you really just change ethnicities?

As in you can take a person out of the backwater, but you can't take the backwater out of the person?

This may be a return for me, but - this place - is not where my origins lie. [To Vahl, it's more like a nobleman slumming it in the provinces. But citizens of Earth don't usually like to hear that.]

Eventually.

A healthy dose of familial love goes a long way, but it never pays to allow oneself to be a doormat.

Oh, I'm not going to be a doormat. That's part of the problem. I never submitted.

[Normally, Vahl is cautious about what sort of information he hands over about himself. In the case of the magical community however, he makes exceptions. After all, they have their own secrets to keep from the .. muggle... world.]

It's a technical device allowing temporal and spatial travel. [He smiles conspiratorially at the young lady.] Science as opposed to magic. Not that I don't accept magic as being a 'different kind of science'.

From what I know, that's also part of the solution.

That's great! Are we good friends? I think we should be. You're an alright kind of guy. Or is that a spoiler?

[He wants to tell they're more. That they're family. Clan. That under Keldran law, Janie is a Chieftain in her own right. But to paint a golden future might create another paradox. They've all had enough of Timeline severances.]

We work things out rather amicably.[He's killed pseudo gods for her and would do so again.] Yes, I like to think we're close.

[She'll try to give him a hug]

Thank you! You have no idea what this means! Between you and Phoenix, I'm not giving up. No, not if the future works out. Thanks so much, Vahl.

[Which he will accept, with the easy grace of a senior clan member.]

It's nice to think I've had a positive effect. ..you've seen Phoenix recently? [Vahl is now wondering which version of Phoenix she's speaking of. He wouldn't like to run into the wrong one. All sorts of trouble could ensue.]

[Janie is happy. Very happy and bubbly, and gives warm hugs]

Yes, he helped me with my TV stand. He's from my future as well. It's so nice to know that I have a future. That they don't kill me. He's probably from the same time, I'm not sure how I can tell, but I can.

Aye indeed? Well, then... [Laughing a little bit, she backs away, holding her hands stiffly at her sides.] I'd best keep my distance, then... I mean, most electronicals, I manage to break rather easily! Magical versus science, after all.

[She giggles again, of course, as she hears him make the comparison between Science and Magic, almost directly over what she was saying about Magic and Science-- at least, Modern Electronic Science-- not really mixing well.] Do you really think so? I mean-- honestly, there is quite a lot of-- well-- Logic to the magical world, but... I dunno I'd call it "Science", per se...

I can imagine the language. [Phoenix and furniture assembly are novel concepts to him.] Unless of course he he cheated. I wasn't sure how much it was appropriate to reveal, but yes, we are from the same timeline.

Hm. That would explain the malfunction. Where I come from teleport travel is safer than crossing the road... not that we use automobiles an awful lot.

[He considers the enigma of magic versus science.]My analytical mind tends to try to find scientific explanations for magic... No offence intended at all, but it isn't dissimilar to the abilities of my own race. To some we seem magical.

It was my fault! I sent the parts away and he had to help me get them back. So he cheated after that because nothing was in order. I'll learn to do it myself one day.

Trust me, he would still have cheated. I know my dear nephew too well.

You mustn't take it too hard, my dear. As the first son of the great house of the sky, and Lord of Skadia... the first thing I ever managed to summon was half a slipper. Not even half of a pair.

Really now? I DO think that someone could get run over by an automobile, any day of the week, here in London, but on the other hand, I also think that someone is in St Mungo's with a splinching injury, any day of the week, too...

Wait half a mo', here; as handsome and-- aye-- HOT as you are, that doesn't give you a free pass to refer to fucking London as the "Boonies". [She grimaces playfully at him as she says this last, and then, of course, has to ask:] Honestly, though: where are you from...? What species are you, if not human?

I summoned a DVD, and lunch. He ate all of it. But what color slipper? Does it take a lot of practice to get better?

I bet you could summon a boat if you wanted.

Do you know why magic doesn't work around me? Sorry. He's from where I am. My home. I'm still not sure about the details but he's my uncle in law. Kind of.

[Yes, Janie is interrupting. Sorry, she really wants to know!]

I can't touch her wand and I wanted her to change my hair color, but when I summon, I get weird things.

[Just to demonstrate, she waves her hand and four shoeboxes fall to the ground]

Oh! [Alright, the damned shoeboxes coming out of nowhere was certainly startling enough for this witch, who was really quite used to almost anything and everything that could appear out of thin air, including poisonous serpents!]

I-I'm so sorry, Janie, but-- I don't know why you can't seem to hold my wand, or work with my magic!

As in Westchester isn't all that different from the Bronx, it's just white people in nicer houses instead of everyone else in apartments. Sensitive much?

And something tells me this place is not somewhere you like. Hm?

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oops didn't see the threadjack!

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aww! it's fine, really; I should have warned you, honestly... ; )

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No worries! I encourage spontaneity.

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awesome, then! ;) <3

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<3

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<333

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