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[proudofwhatiam]

Wouldn't I?

[She's curious at that, assuming it's a matter of his being from the future. That's usually the problem for her here, though she doesn't think it's so insurmountable as others seem to.]

I'm afraid I haven't been to Lancashire specifically, but I'm sure it's lovely.

[albuquerque]

I assure you, it's anything but lovely.

[His tone is clipped with a faint hint of dryness. No, Lancashire isn't lovely - at least, not the part where he's from. It's bleak, miserable, dreary, horribly working class.]

But yes, unless you're born into a wizarding family or are a witch - and, forgive me saying so, but you don't strike me as a witch - the chances of you knowing about the Britain I'm familiar with are slim to none. We share the same world as Muggles - that is, non-magic folk - but we keep ours hidden. Egypt is much the same, as is every other country in the world.

[proudofwhatiam]

For all I know, I could be a witch; I did raise a man from the dead recently.

[And as horrifying as it was, she's starting to be able to laugh about it a little. Here, at least, her smile is a tentative one.]

I don't know of any secret enclaves, though, so if I am, it's likely not your sort of witch.

[albuquerque]

[If Asgard has taught him anything, it's to expect that people will have all kinds of wild stories about their lives back at home. Witches that travel through space and time. Civilisations that are wiped out because of a rage-inducing parasitic fungus. And, apparently, raising people from the dead.]

And how exactly did you go about achieving that?

[proudofwhatiam]

You'd be surprised what you can do with the right spell at your fingertips.

[She grins, taking another sip of her tea.]