[Prime Minister. It's a Muggle elected office, roughly equivalent to the Minister for Magic. She thinks he could probably look that up if he cared to find out. It's mostly a statement about when and how she became aware of Wizarding Britain.]
Pfft. I can talk about it. I'm not the one whose very existence on this planet is shrouded in a veil of secrecy.
Will they punish you for a little mistake like this?
[Oh, well, in that case he might know what a PM is better than she does. It was a long time ago, also in the future, and she was a different person then. Plus, it unhappened. There aren't many people who do remember.]
As individuals, yes. As standard practice for an entire community, I dunno. When I was a wee schoolboy, sometimes I longed for more privacy than I could feasibly have, and other times I yearned to have every thought heard and understood.
[Albus won't find any fear or hatred in Kyle that's for sure. He's still as innocent as a child, technically being just a year or two old. All he gets is a bright smile back.] Hi Albus, I'm Kyle.
[Kyle will shake Albus hand, still smiling.] I've never met a real wizard. Most wizards I've seen are just illusionists and I can easily see through their tricks if I put my mind to it. [Downfall of having the thinking capacity of a computer]
[Her smirk is quick and invariably menacing, like a glint of a blade, suggesting foreknowledge. Her hands come together over her umbrella, pressing her weight down through the device. Her usual style of brandishing the thing isn't altogether dissimilar from how one might wield a wand, but for now, the business end remains firmly planted on the floor. It doesn't take much to make her nostalgic in this incarnation, but Albus does a good job of reminding her of her own Academy days in very few words.]
Both. Gotcha. Right there with you. Takes me back. I was at the bottom of the top barrel, you might say. Me and my most intimate friend. We were the stupidest pair in the cleverest clique in a Chapter renowned for cunning—but nobody, I mean nobody, thought like us. And they'd all come crying to us when the traditional methods got them nowhere. I only wish I'd treasured what I had while I had it. If you like, take that as advice.
Oh I am the top of my year. [He says that lightly, but not carelessly. Albus is a hard worker and a genius. His professors are baffled by him and they adore him.] I like to think I'm an original thinker, though as of late that has become a dangerous trait.
[His good nature can't hide the haunted look in his eyes.]
Perhaps it's for the best... people tend to go to great lengths to gain an advantage over others to do their crimes. [He said, pain in his eyes as he fiddled with his Lantok ring. Zzyzx came to mind.] Would you... would you consider medial abilities magic? Or just a supernatural skill?
Do you mean the work of a medium? [He narrows his eyes thoughtfully.] Divination is a magical skill and we do have seers in our midst. I'm not sure if all mediums are seers or using magic at all, but if they are, yes, it would apply.
Yeah. Like visions and premonition. [He nods and then tilts his head.] I have experienced such things but according to my mentor it has more to do with how I developed pre-birth.
[She's never been particularly impressed by the standard for 'genius' on Earth, but perhaps it means more in the case in of Wizards than it does for the general population.]
Of late? I've found it to be a dangerous trait most everywhere and everywhen.
[Albus's eyes give him away, and possibly there's some emotion bouncing around the room on an extrasensory level. Missy's tactless.]
You surely aren’t, that I can tell you. Even in my time those accidents were quite common. [She leans forward, as if telling a secret] And it might have happened to me once.
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Are you going to put the fire out, or make yourself fireproof?
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I managed to douse it. The curtains were casualties, I'm afraid. I'll need to tell my Head of House.
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Pfft. I can talk about it. I'm not the one whose very existence on this planet is shrouded in a veil of secrecy.
Will they punish you for a little mistake like this?
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Everyone deserves secrecy; they should be able to choose what they share and what they keep to themselves.
[His lips twitch in amusement.]
I doubt it.
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As individuals, yes. As standard practice for an entire community, I dunno. When I was a wee schoolboy, sometimes I longed for more privacy than I could feasibly have, and other times I yearned to have every thought heard and understood.
Are you the troublemaker or the teacher's pet?
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I understand better than you know, but the laws are in place for good reason. I do not see them being lifted anytime soon.
[No matter what Gellert Grindelwald thinks.]
A bit of both, actually. My grades are exemplary and any mischief I get into isn't without good reason.
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Both. Gotcha. Right there with you. Takes me back. I was at the bottom of the top barrel, you might say. Me and my most intimate friend. We were the stupidest pair in the cleverest clique in a Chapter renowned for cunning—but nobody, I mean nobody, thought like us. And they'd all come crying to us when the traditional methods got them nowhere. I only wish I'd treasured what I had while I had it. If you like, take that as advice.
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That sounds familiar. I hope it did not get you into much trouble, aside from the burning, that is.
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[His good nature can't hide the haunted look in his eyes.]
I treasure what I can.
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My curtains will need replacing, but the bedding is salvageable. I'm sure I'm not the first.
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Wow.
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I do love that one.
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My father was. [Because technically Adam Baylin is his DNA donor.] He also could use telekinesis. But as far as I know he wasn't a wizard.
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Of late? I've found it to be a dangerous trait most everywhere and everywhen.
[Albus's eyes give him away, and possibly there's some emotion bouncing around the room on an extrasensory level. Missy's tactless.]
Ooph, ouch. You should see your face.
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[She leans forward, as if telling a secret] And it might have happened to me once.
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