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[brainiest]

"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!"

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[grandstanding]

[It's time to cut the scones out of the mix. Taking the knife again, he begins cutting circles into the dough.]

Favourite, hm... I'm partial to Frankenstein, and The Once and Future King.

[brainiest]

The Once and Future King - that's about King Arthur, isn't it?

[ She grins, tilting her head as she watches - not being a very good helper, awkwardly. ]

I met him, once. And Merlin, too. Sir Lancelot was my brother.

[grandstanding]

[He's very domineering in the kitchen, unfortunately. The comment about meeting Merlin and Lancelot gives him pause.]

You've certainly met a lot of mythical people.

[brainiest]

I think that happens when you're brought to a magical, fairytale world without being asked first. I didn't get to know Arthur or Merlin very well, but - Lancelot was one of the most incredible people I'd ever met in my entire life.

[ She shakes her head, perking up a little. ]

He called his dog Lady Brave.

[grandstanding]

An interesting dog name. [A pompous one, in his opinion. He named animals sensible things, like Scythe.]

I don't think I ever met anyone from myths in the places I've been.

[brainiest]

I've met a few, actually. Emperor Nero, Diarmuid ua Duibhne, King Arthur and the female version of him, Iskandar, Gilgamesh...

[ She frowns, shaking her head and fighting a smile. ]

One of my best friends in the entire world was Dorian Gray.

[grandstanding]

[He stops mid-slice, having nearly finished cutting out the dough pieces now. Because myths are one thing, but Dorian Gray...]

You don't mean the Oscar Wilde novel?

[brainiest]

I do. He was real in his world and knew the author himself.

[ She considers, remembering him, his changes, his portrait - his death. She breathes out a soft noise. ]

I loved him very much.

[grandstanding]

[It sounds so odd - getting to know someone when you know their life's story. Then again, he muses, isn't that the same thing he's had to do with Alex? He already knows about her history, through means she had no part in. Is any of this really more fantastical than what he's already done.

Tossing the knife into the sink, he hands Hermione a pan.]

You can put the dough onto this.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione, luckily, didn't know Dorian too well before she met him for the first time - but she got to know him. She got to know him over time and she got to watch him shape and change and grow, and she laughed with him and she loved him. She watched him die on top of her, a sword through his gut as he gave her life to save hers and...

She loved him. That's all she could think. ]

Yes sir.

[ Shifting, she hops off the side and steps over, getting on with it without question. ]

I think it's your turn to ask something.

[grandstanding]

[He considers for a long moment. Since they're on the subject, in a way...]

Favourite book?

[brainiest]

[ She shakes her head - he might have taken her question but she's not even upset, moving to keep her hands on the dough as she speaks. ]

Hogwarts: A History. It talked about all the history of my school, all the magic that it used and all the things we needed to really understand it. It had a lot of good information that helped us make sure we didn't die, too.

[ Yes, dying at school. That happens. ]

[grandstanding]

Awfully practical. Your school sounds a bit unsafe, though.

[brainiest]

It wasn't that bad. We just had a bad habit of getting ourselves into trouble. We found a three headed dog, a hidden chamber with the ghost of a Dark Lord, ventured into time travel, entered a contest that could have killed us...

[ She pauses, considering. ]

It was a normal school for everyone else.

[grandstanding]

A normal school full of wizards and witches. [Normal isn't desirable, so he's not certain why she's arguing the point.]

What kind of contest? Or should I save that for my next question.

[brainiest]

Which was normal to me, when I started going there. [ Shaking her head, Hermione smiles. ]

It's not going to count as another question, don't worry. It was called the Triwizard Tournament and my best friend took part in it, taking on three challenges. For him it was a dragon, swimming for an hour underwater and a maze with dangerous creatures and spells.

[grandstanding]

[Turning around briefly to heat up the oven, he still lets out a short huff. Dragons. He hates dragons, ever since he was eaten by one.]

And that's considered an acceptable thing to do at school, is it.

[brainiest]

Well, there were safety measures in place. It wasn't as dangerous as everyone thought, not at first.

[ This coming from a girl that was suspended underwater for more than an hour. ]

[grandstanding]

[Like guns and swords to kill the dragons, he would hope.]

Things didn't go to plan, I'm guessing.

[brainiest]

Do they ever?

[ She pauses for a moment before she shakes her head. ]

Let's just say it ended up sparking the rest of the first war I fought in.

[grandstanding]

[He wonders at that. But his turn for asking questions is over. Taking the tray from Hermione, he turns to open the oven door and slide it inside.]

It shouldn't be too long. I believe it's your turn to ask.

[brainiest]

Oh! Right, of course, let's see...

[ She moves out of his way before she turns her head up to look at him. ]

Your world - it has mutants, probably as many as their are witches and wizards in mine, right? What's that like? I mean - it must be incredible, for there to be so many.

[grandstanding]

[It's a more complicated question than she realises.]

I'm not certain how many there are. The number is growing all the time, but... until very recently, mutants weren't known to the world. There are thousands of us out there, and yet many may have no idea of what they are. Charles has a machine that lets him locate other mutants, so he likely has a better idea of how many are out there.

[brainiest]

It's the same for witches and wizards. People without magic have no idea we exist, not really, and anyone without magical power can only know if they're related to someone who was born with it, like my parents.

[ Before she had completely wiped their memories and sent them to Australia, of course. ]

I could ask him when we're together next, once he's feeling a little less tired.

[grandstanding]

Are there no accidents where magic is exposed? [This is usually the danger with mutants. It comes second to Erik's own dramatic behaviour on the world stage, but it's still an important part of the puzzle. How their safety isn't assured.]

He'll be very enthusiastic, I'm sure.