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[a man appears on the Plane; he is young, but his face is lined with anxiety (marred, here and there, by very thin scars, easy to miss if one isn't looking), and there is the faintest hint of silver in his pale brown hair (straight, falling almost to his shoulders)]

What is this?

[his wand is out in moments, of course, yanked from the makeshift holster beneath his long dark robes (a bit tattered, a bit worn); it looks like a smooth branch, save for the sparks erupting from the end]

Whoever is behind this, you should know I don't break easily, and you'll very likely be worse off for trying. [his voice is even and quiet, almost polite, but it is also hard, and determined; his eyes dart this way and that, his stance ready to shift in an instant]

Now stop toying with me, I have work to do.

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{Staring at the wand}

Wow~ That's really neat! Is it magic?

[his eyes widen, his expression softening; he doesn't for a moment relax] Yes, it is.

That's so neat! Ne, it's so fun to see the kinds of things people can do here~

{She laughs cheerfully} But you don't need to worry. This place is safe.

Oh? [a slight, wary smile] Despite the kinds of things people can do?

Hm, well, they're nice enough. There are all kinds of people here, after all. Immortals, Time Lords, vampires, and just regular policemen too.

{Thoughtfully}...I guess they're dangerous, but...well, bad things don't happen here often.

[a slow nod] It makes sense. According to the theory of deterrence, anyway.

[peers at her, finally lowering his wand] Which are you, if you don't mind my asking?

I'm the vampire, actually. But I'd prefer to be called Diva, if you don't mind.

[stares] Oh. [after a moment] Sorry. I've never really met... It's a pleasure, Diva. My name is Remus.

It's fine. I'm used to it, or I guess even worse than that.

{She curtsies politely} It's very nice to meet you, Remus. Ah, and welcome to the Astral Plane!

[cautiously bows, smiling self-consciously] Thank you. That's what this is called, then?

It's what everyone calls it, anyways. It's a good name for such a pretty place, I think.

[he lets his gaze wander freely, leisurely, for the first time] It goes with the stars.

It's lovely, isn't it? {Warmly,} I really love this place.

[faint smile, as he focuses on her again] I can see why...especially if it's as peaceful as you say.

Well, you just have to watch out for the more argumentative people, really! I don't think it's any different than a normal place in that sense. Most of the people here are very friendly.

[the smile widens] That sounds...refreshing.

Is it really? You must come from a place where that's not too normal, then.

{Sweetly} Ne, but I think the best thing is those people here! I mean, as long as I've lived, I've never had so many friends. What you are doesn't matter here, so even though I'm what humans think of as a monster, they don't hate me for no reason.

[quietly] No. It isn't. Not anymore.

[but something like hope brightens his eyes and curves his lips as she speaks; desperate, yearning hope] I'm glad you found this place, then.

And I'm glad that you have too, since it seems like your home isn't the happiest.

Ah, but if it's alright for me to ask, what kind of place is your home? I mean, I've never seen anyone use real magic before, just heard stories or seen it sometimes here.

Thank you.

It's...more two worlds than one, really. One with magic, and one without. The Wizarding World has been keeping itself as much a secret as possible for centuries now. It's even more stringent in England than most. [faint smile] I was lucky enough to grow up knowing both.

Mm, I guess that makes sense, then. I would guess that most humans wouldn't like...I guess you call them "wizards"? It's kind of sad, but that's how it seems to be.

{Nods} So then what is the Wizarding World like? Does everyone practice magic?

Wizards and witches. People without magic are called Muggles. Some are accepting - those who fall for a magical person, or have a magical child - but no one wants to risk persecution. [a flash of bitterness in his eyes, before he continues on as if it were never there]

Well, it differs across the world - in England, we have our secret havens, like Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, places where we don't have to hide. Most of the people who know about magic have it, yes - that or they're relatives, or Squibs. Children born to wizards who don't have the gift.

That's so neat! I can't even imagine something like that, but I bet it's a really well kept secret anyways.

{Thoughtfully} But persecution, really? I guess you mean that normal peo--Muggles. They wouldn't like it, I suppose. They certainly don't like me, so I can only imagine what a wizard would be like.

[slight shrug] The Statute of Secrecy was passed in 1689, because of how magical people were treated - I like to think it would be better, now, but... [snort] We have enough bigotry on our side to contend with, at the moment.

...Really? Why is that? It's really strange, isn't it?