The Three Broomsticks was not a bar that Pixie went to often, mostly this was because she was far too old to see any students she knew, and even her youngest sister was out of school now. Not that she even really got along with that sister anyway, but that was hardly the point. The point was that normally she would have no real reason to show up at this particular bar. Today though, she fancied a change of scenery so decided to go simply for old time’s sake. Besides, maybe she would see someone she knew there. It wasn’t a high chance, but it was possible she knew some of the professors that currently worked there, or some of the staff at the bar actually. Anyway, she walked in and looked around for a place to sit before surprisingly spotting someone she did know. Well, the chances of that hadn’t exactly been high, and yet it had happened anyway. Now, it wasn’t someone who had ever been particularly fond of her, but that hardly ever stopped her from getting personal with them.
She skipped her way over to where Aurelius was sitting and plopped on the stool next to him. ”Oh hey, I haven’t seen you in a while Aurelius.” she said with a grin at him. He’d never been particularly fond of her shenanigans from what she could remember, or if he had been he had always acted like he wasn’t. Still, he was a familiar face and it really had been quite a few years since she had seen him. Idly, she wondered if he would even recognize her. It had taken her a moment to recognize him, but let’s be honest his face was kind of hard to forget.
If Aurelius had to mark one more essay by a student who hadn't read the book before starting to write the essay, he was going to 'accidentally' drop the whole pile into the fire. Which was actually kind of tempting regardless. The lack of effort by students irritated him. Why should he care enough to mark their work if they did not want to put in the effort to actually write it properly? He didn't have the patience to deal with that. Poor work coupled with a student that actually tried was a different matter, he was not opposed to helping someone that was trying. But being met with work that had clearly been half hazardly thrown together the night before made him question why he was even trying. So he gave up, before he really did throw the whole lot into the fire. And wouldn't that be a fun explanation. No, you are not getting your essays back, because I got so fed up with the poor quality I set them all on fire. That would probably end well.
Getting a drink seemed like the best way to deal with giving up, so he headed off to the Three Broomsticks. Sitting there in silence nursing his drink, this seemed like a far more enjoyable course of action. At least until someone plopped down onto the stool beside him. He turned his head to see who it was - hopefully someone entertaining - and then bit back a sigh. Actually, maybe the essays would have been less frustrating. "It has been a while, yes," he agreed. He'd gone to work in the muggle world right out of school, so there were many people that he hadn't seen in quite a while. Added to the fact that he had 'died' for a couple of years too... He did wonder how widely that had circulated outside of his family and closer acquaintances. "Keeping yourself busy, I presume?"
Pixie plopped herself down on the stool next to Aurelius not caring whether he wanted company or not. He wasn’t exactly shy about telling people to bugger off, so she assumed that as he hadn’t told her to yet she was fine to sit next to him and get a drink. Besides, it wasn’t as if she had sat down at his table or something. Nope, just next to him at the bar, and he could hardly be too angry about someone sitting next to him at a bar. It was a public space, and if the bar filled up then someone was going to have to sit next to him eventually. She had just sped up the process a little. If he didn’t like it he would just sort of have to get over it. It wasn’t as if she saw him often, so this wouldn’t be a regular thing. He could put up with her for a few hours, he had managed it for several years when they were in school. Perhaps age had improved his patience, she doubted it, but it was possible.
He agreed that it had been a while and she gave him a slight smile. He commented upon her keeping herself busy and she grinned. ”Oh of course, dragons always keep a girl very busy.” she stated simply. It was true, she’d been traveling Europe dealing with dragons since graduation. ”Now, unless you’ve been living under a rock the last few years, I assume you’ve also been keeping busy?” she asked him with a raised eyebrow. What had brought him to the three broomsticks on this very day? Was it that he worked near? Or did he just assume he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew here? If it was the second one, well then it sucked to be him.
As Pixie came and sat down beside him, Aurelius bit back a sigh. Maybe he could fake some sort of emergency to get out of there. Something to keep in mind in case this got too irritating. He really hadn't wanted to walk from one irritating situation into another one, and yet here he was. Though that was not exactly uncommon, all things considered. People could be rather irritating. He did find people fascinating, he did enjoy trying to figure out how they ticked and why they ticked the way that they did. But that still didn't mean they weren't annoying. Maybe she would give up eventually and go away - although considering what she had been like at school, somehow he doubted that.
Dragons. "I can see how they would," he mused. "Seems like it would be eventful." Working with dragons certaintly would not be a quiet career. Well he hadn't been living under a rock for the past few years but he had been pretending to be dead. He thought it perhaps better not to mention that, because he didn't quite feel like revealing he'd been in the secret service. "I lived in the muggle world for a few years, and the States for a few more," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Busy enough."
Pixie was very aware that Aurelius had never been fond of her, but he was pretty to look at and she thought he could handle a conversation with her for at least a little bit. Unless he had gotten ruder over the years since graduation, and that was entirely possible, she supposed this was a good way to find out if that was the case certainly. Besides, she wasn’t that annoying, he was just dramatic. At least, she convinced herself of this and thus why she continued talking to him. It had been a long time since she had seen him though, surely catching up a little wouldn’t kill him even if they had never really been friends.
He noted that hanging out with dragons would definitely be eventful and she nodded. ”It’s very eventful, all the time,” she said with a slight smile and a shrug. She loved that part of it though, and it was part of why she picked such a career. ”You gave up wizardy things? Was that difficult?” she asked him with a slight tilt of her head. Being raised magical then suddenly giving it up for a while would be difficult she thought. ”Is it nice in the states?” she asked him curiously. She’d never been, so she wasn’t really sure what it was like there. Certainly he sounded like he had been busy since graduating though.
Aurelius ability to deal with irritating people had probably gotten worse since he had left school. He had never had a lot of patience, especially not for frustrating people, and age had not mellowed that down. If anything, having to deal with idiots in the workforce had probably decreased his already lacking patience. Perhaps he could simply go and be a hermit. A tempting thought if he didnt find people fascinating. Frustrating and annoying, certainly, but fascinating all the same. He liked puzzles, he liked knowing how things worked, and how they ticked, and people had such a great deal of variability to them. People were interesting - at least most of them. Some he just didn't want to deal with at all. He sighed, and turned more of his attention towards Pixie, perhaps if he humoured her for a little while than he'd just give up and go away. One could hope. He had a feeling that it was a false hope.
"I can see why." Working with creatures would be difficult, as it wasn't as though communicating with them was a simple task. And then when you had creatures such as dragons... fiercer and dangerous. At her question, he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "At some times, yes. Though its less not using the magic and more that most people around you do not know that it exists." There had been a couple of higher up people within the secret service that knew about magic, there had to have been. But it was different to being in a community where everyone knew. "Its not bad. It has its differences to here, but its not too strikingly different." Unlike many other places in the world, or even in Europe for that matter.
Pixie knew people found her frustrating, she just didn’t care. If they didn’t want to deal with her that was their problem not hers. She was only being polite to Aurie, but she was pretty sure she was still managing to irritate him. She’d always had a knack for it after all. She was also fairly positive that if she ever actually called him that she’d get stabbed. Not hexed, straight up stabbed, so she would keep that absurd nickname to herself. Anyway, she had every intention of having a few drinks at the bar then maybe going back home to flop at her boyfriend instead, she didn’t plan on staying until the bar closed as she was sure she wouldn’t have company for that amount of time. There was no way Aurelius would put up with her for that long, and the chances of someone else she knew coming in seemed like it might be next to none. The fact that she had found someone she knew in here in the first place was kind of unusual honestly.
She commented that it was always eventful working with dragons, and he agreed that he could see why. They were large and unruly creatures, so it wasn’t surprising that they kept her quite busy. He explained that it was more like he just lived with people who didn’t know about it and she hummed a bit. ”I do suppose that’s not as difficult. Lots of wizards and witches live in muggle neighborhoods without issue,” she said with a shrug. ”I’ve lived in Italy and Romania, but I’ve never been across the ocean. It always seemed like it might be an interesting place though,” she stated with a slight smile.
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He had gotten used to not using a lot of magic - at least out in the world. It hadn't been increasingly difficult, but there had been times where it had been inconvenient. Magic did make a lot of things far more simple, and there were times were avoiding it could be a pain. Largely however, it was just that he had to filter his past, edit out his magical experience when talking to people who did not have magic. That wasn't entirely difficult either - he had been a spy, editing who he was, and what his life was like had happened a great deal. Covers and personas and stories, his life had been full of them.
"Muggles do also easily brush off weird occurrences," he said. Even if things accidentally happened around them, if they were subtle enough muggles tended to brush them aside as strange coincidences. They didn't want to believe that things outside of their norm could be real, or could happen. "You should go. Even if not to the States but to elsewhere across the ocean. There's a lot of interesting places in the world." Europe had a variety on its own, places that were rather different to England, but there was a lot in the world that was even more so.
She thought about what he said and hummed a bit in response. ”I suppose they do, the ones who have stumbled too close to the reserve always seem willing to accept that the dragon they saw flying was either an elaborate balloon or a plane depending on how far away it was,” she noted idly. There were barriers of course to turn muggles around, but that didn’t mean the dragons always remained behind them. Every so often they’d find one that somehow smashed through it and started flying across the countryside for some reason. Or there were the ones that had straight up been in the wild and suddenly came into contact with civilization. Muggles were pretty gullible in that way she supposed, though memory charms also did wonders for that so she supposed if he ran into anything too problematic he could just sort of alter their memory if he knew the charms for that, which if he was trying to live as a muggle that might be necessary at times.
”Perhaps I will eventually. I’m sure there’s a dragon reserve or two over there that I could visit for a week just to learn new things,” she said with a shrug. It could be like a mini vacation of sorts where she only showed up to the reserves to watch instead of work. She hadn’t been on a vacation in quite some time, so perhaps she would look into it. She’d also have to talk to River about it as she would prefer if he came with her. Surely he could also use a vacation since things seemed to be crazy at the Ministry what with missing people and all that. Surely they wouldn’t miss him for only a few days.
People didn't like to admit that they did not understand as much about the world as they thought that they did, that there were things in it that they had never thought were real or possible. That there was so much more to the world then they had even dreamed of. It was easier to brush aside strange occurrences as something that they understood, something that was familiar, that they understood. They didn't have to challenge themselves that way. "Realising that magic exists would change their worldview a lot, I'd imagine," he said. "It's easier for them to brush it off as something that they do understand, like balloons, then try to come to terms with something like magic." Not when it was only muggle children that believed in it, that thought it could be real. That had come in use to him a couple of times during his years as a spy. Small things that he could get away with because no one thought to blame magic for them.
"I'd imagine there is." It wasn't something that had occured to him to look into while he was there, because he didn't care that much about dragons. But it wouldn't surprise him if there was. If mostly because it was America, and if some other country had it, then they would probably want it too. Especially if it was large dangerous fire breathing animals. They'd probably come in handy if another country decided to try use their dragons against you. Not that he was sure that would be very effective, as they were living creatures. "Probably somewhere in the boring middle," he mused. "Where no one cares about going." Unless you care about cornfields or like...sheep. Which he didn't really care about either of them, really.
Pixie never really had to interact with muggles a whole lot, as she was from an openly magical family and her job required her to be away from muggles. Thus, she never really had to think about things from their perspective. How most things would be easily explained away by their brains because they had no real concept that magic was real outside of parlor tricks that some magicians used. Idly, she wondered if any actual wizards became magic entertainers just for their own amusement. He commented that acknowledging magic was a thing would change their worldview a lot and she hummed a bit. ”I suppose it would, I wonder if any wizards become magicians who do parlor tricks because it means they can get away with some degree of magic in front of muggles who won’t believe it’s real,” she mused out loud. She was sure there were one or two out there who did such things for their own amusement. Honestly, she wouldn’t put it past Aurelius to do something like that simply to make fun of the muggles who tried to figure it out.
”We have them across Europe, so there’s got to be at least one overseas,” she said, figuring that was only logical. Surely America had dragons too right? Unless dragons were only European creatures? She’d never really thought about it. ”So, the middle is filled with corn, crop circles, and dragons then I guess?” she mused with a slight laugh and a raised eyebrow. Maybe the dragons were the ones making the crop circles in the first place, though really she suspected delinquent wizarding teens who were old enough to use magic doing so for lack of a better thing to do out in the middle of a corn field.
As Pixie mused outloud, Aurelius' lip twitched a little bit. "Now I have tried that," he admitted. It probably showed something of his character that he had, but he didn't care. "I enjoy card tricks, and even doing them the muggle way tends to astound people, if you add magic..." people couldn't figure out how a lot of them worked even when there was no magic involved. Which was entertaining enough on its own, because there was a logic to it, there was a reason that it worked the way that it did. Theoretically their brains, without their magical knowledge, could be able to figure it out. But they rarely ever did. Adding magic was just another level.
"That is likely an adequate description of the centre of America." At least dragons would make it more interesting than crop circles, and corn. "Do you ever get escapee dragons?" he asked. That sounded as though it could be an entertaining adventure. At least for someone, if not necessarily the dragon keepers.
Apparently, Aurelius had, in fact, tried muggle card tricks before. Well, that was interesting. He had never really struck her as the type to pick up such mundane muggle things. It would seem that he enjoyed card tricks though, which seemed odd for him, but that was fine. ”Did you pick it up as a hobby while hanging out in the muggle world because you were bored?” she asked idly. It seemed like a plausible enough reason to pick something like that up after all. Maybe he would be willing to show her a few tricks in the future? She doubted that somehow, as she was pretty sure he didn’t like dealing with her and that would require purposely meeting up with her at some point. Oh well, she could still hope that was something that may happen in the future. ”Maybe you could show me some of the tricks someday,” she said with a slight smile at him.
He said that was probably accurate for the middle of America, and she laughed a little. ”Maybe the dragons are the ones making the crop circles,” she said with a shrug. She’d seen dragons do some strange things, maybe these ones liked playing in corn or something. She imagined farmers didn’t like that much. He asked about escapee dragons and she shrugged. ”Very rarely. We have a bunch of wards up, so it’s only every so often a particularly rambunctious dragon can break through them,” she said. It was of course problematic when that happened, but nothing they couldn’t deal with.
“I actually picked it up as a teenager,” he admitted. Though having done so while he was an adult would have likely made more sense. Instead it was because he’d walked past a muggle magic shop as a teenager and had been intrigued at how muggles used illusions to pretend to have magic. It appealed to the part of him that liked tricks, and puzzles, and illusions. It was making something appear to be something else. “I was in muggle London for some reason or another and passed a shop that sold them.” And proceeded to pester his brother as he learnt how to use them. “Maybe, yes,” he said neutrally. Quite honestly, he would have preferred to not do that, but it had been a while since he had gotten to play with cards with an audience, so perhaps it could be fun. Pity he didn’t have any cards on him at the moment.
“They could be. Something equally fantastical to muggles as aliens,” he mused. Sometimes it surprised him that the magical world had managed to stay hidden from the muggle one for so long, but maybe it wasn’t really that strange. People saw what they expected to see, what they wanted to see. Few people were particularly good at looking outside the box. He nodded. “Yes, that makes sense.” They would want to do everything they could to contain them, he supposed. You did not want dragons on the loose.
Oh, that was surprising, he had picked up when he was a teenager. She idly wondered why, but she doubted he would actually tell her why. He seemed the type to keep as much as possible to himself and only surrender one or two tidbits here and there. Thus, she decided to not ask why he had decided to start doing magic tricks as a teenager despite already going to Hogwarts at that point. Oh, then he offered up the information himself. Well, that was a nice surprise. ”I always forget they have entire shops dedicated to non-magic magic tricks,” she said with a slight laugh. It seemed like such a strange thing to have stores for, but that was probably because she had grown up in a magical family. Sure, one of her grandparents was a muggle, but both of her parents had gone to Hogwarts and raised them to expect their letters when they were old enough. He said that maybe he would show her some and she nodded. If she ever ran into him again and he had the supplies necessary then he could show her some tricks. That seemed fair enough. She doubted he would agree to meet her unless it was by chance after all, he had never been overly fond of her after all.
”Perhaps the American dragons are very bored and artistic then,” she said with a slight laugh. She was now imagining a dragon trying to burn crop circles into a field and it was a rather amusing thought admittedly. Also, it would actually make a bit more sense than aliens now that she thought about it. Or, perhaps it was just bored wizards doing dares. There wasn’t a whole lot going on in the Midwest of the united states now was there? She was pretty sure your average person would lose their mind to boredom after a while. Which was probably how such things even started. He admitted that it made sense that they had a bunch of wards up and she nodded. Some young dragons tried to test them, but usually they held against such efforts pretty well. One escaped every so often, but it was kind of rare for such a thing to happen. They were quite careful. ”So, what is it you do for fun these days?” she asked him with a slight smile.