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[Sirius Black is in the bar, though he hasn't started in on the alcohol yet. He's simply nursing a cup of tea, and staring into space (no pun intended) -- forgive him, he's a little disoriented. Eventually, he speaks;]

Generally when you get killed, it means someone else was around to do the killing...only we didn't see anyone else. Didn't even see the spells fired off. I suppose they could've been using an Invisibility Cloak, or a Disillusionment charm. But I thought Remus, Harry and I were the only ones around from our world...

[he goes back to his tea for a long moment, then mutters;] Hurry up, Moony.

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I think it was a spell? Only I couldn't see anyone shooting it at me, I just sort of...felt it. If that makes any sense.

In a way. I do not come from a world where magic is used as... freely, I suppose.

[curiously] Are you a wizard?

No. A user of a very old magic, written in God's words.

Oh, that's different. In my world, anyone who uses magic is a wizard. There are different sorts, I suppose; Animagi, Metamorphmagi, Seers, etc. But anyone who's not a wizard is a Muggle.

'Course, you can still be a wizard if you had Muggle parents, or a Squib -- that's someone from a wizarding family who hasn't got any powers.

{He shakes his head} We have nothing like that. Those who use the Psalms are Poets. We keep our secrecy to keep our lives, but we are not separate from those who know nothing of the Psalms' power.

[nods] The whole wizarding world's hidden from the Muggles. [have an expression of extreme distaste] The place where I grew up was in Muggle London -- Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Only to Muggles, it looked like the houses went from 11 to 13, with no 12 in the middle.

'Course, I thought it was rubbish...I like Muggles, and I think we could learn from each other. But lots of dark wizards think differently, my own family included.

{Simply} I would likely be considered one of those "dark wizards," so I have no opinion, monsieur.

[just as simply] You're an idiot, then.

Just because you've got magic doesn't make you better than anybody else. And having pure blood doesn't make you noble, it just makes you bloody arrogant. [he is now searching for that Firewhiskey Oliver found earlier]

{He thinks the statement itself is ironic--it couldn't be farther from that in reality, but the "dark" part comes from something else entirely. But his cold expression doesn't change, just follows the path of Sirius's movement evenly}

It is not the first time I have been called arrogant, nor will it be the last. But the magic does not make us better, only wiser, I would say.

[Sirius considers that] You know, I don't even know if that's true. I think there are plenty of wizards who aren't wise, just like there are plenty of Muggles who are, and vice versa.

Then I suppose it is a matter of opinion. The Psalms give wisdom, but you are welcome to disbelieve that.

[shrugs] Your magic is different than ours, so it might be true. I'm not sure how yours works.

Only words and faith.

[wry smile] Sorry, I haven't got much faith in faith.

Few do.

{After recent events, he feels quite assured and safe to show it, so out of his fancy jacket, he pulls out a green book leafed in gold. He sets it on the counter of the bar and holds out his hand to suggest that Sirius pick it up}

This is the safest example I can give. You can try and pick up the book, but without faith, it is impossible to even do that.

[Curious. Sirius tries, but at the moment he really has no faith in anyone or anything at all.]

{It doesn't budge an inch, as if it's glued to the table, but Robespierre takes it back easily, tucking it inside his jacket safely once more}

That book is guarded by the Psalms, as you see for yourself. Even skilled Poets are unable to open it.

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