[ 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.
[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.
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.
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.]
There are, of course, but there's a department in the magical government that deals with those things. They sort the problem out and, if necessary, make sure the non-magical people don't remember what they saw. [ It's not a particularly ethical practice, but she can understand why it needs to happen. It's not comfortable, but it's the truth.
Fighting her smile, Hermione hums. ] He's earned a bit of a break from me, honestly. Our last talk was a little... Intense.
[So it's similar to what Charles does, wiping minds clean of incriminating information. It's a process that leaves a bad taste in his mouth, having been subjected to a less scrupulous telepath's ministrations before.] It would make sense that you have systems in place, if magic has been around for a long time. Mutants have only started to evolve in this century.
Well, you can talk about something that isn't intense. Like books.
Sometimes it's the only thing you can do to keep people safe. It's not right, and it's not okay, but... Sometimes you don't have any other choice. [ The way she says it probably lets on that there's more to it than she's said, but her eyes glance up to Erik and then away before she breathes out. ]
You say that like I wasn't best friends with a character from a book, Erik.
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It shouldn't be too long. I believe it's your turn to ask.
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[ 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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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He'll be very enthusiastic, I'm sure.
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Fighting her smile, Hermione hums. ] He's earned a bit of a break from me, honestly. Our last talk was a little... Intense.
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Well, you can talk about something that isn't intense. Like books.
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You say that like I wasn't best friends with a character from a book, Erik.
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