For her part, Sakura was eying one of the gelatinous circles. "That's really peach flavored?"
The server nodded, handing over a plate with the jiggling mass on it. Sakura still wasn't exactly sold on this experience, but she was hungry, and it was different enough (and affordable enough) compared to what she'd eaten on Stacy that she figured it was worth trying at least once.
Along with what might be tea, though she wasn't one to make bets around this place.
"Mind if I join you, sir?" Most the outside seating was occupied, but indoors was too stuffy to bear. Never hurt to ask.
"Of course," he said with a smile. He flicked his wand at the chair opposite him, causing it to slide out for her.
When he saw that pastry-gelatin-circle thing, his eyebrows went up. "You're braver than I," he said. "Though the tea is quite drinkable, so I see no reason that shouldn't be less good."
She lifted an eyebrow at the display of magic, part of her having to remember (yet again) how vastly different every world and it's former inhabitants were from the rest. Similarities, ahh, there were many of those as well.
Sometimes just as jarring as the differences.
She smiled. "Thank you." Sitting down, she eyed the gelatin dubiously. "It doesn't look so bad," she said, "Especially after eating what we've been getting on ship. Glad to know the tea is good."
Even if the gelatin was a disaster, she could still enjoy the tea.
"Anything would be better than what we get on the ship, but there is enough of it and it keeps a body alive, so I'm in no position to complain." In fact it had been years since he'd been quite this well-fed, even if the food was not much to speak of. "But we can only hope that with this visit our food problems might be solved. At the very least we'll have tea."
Sakura found herself smiling at the thought of tea doing so much to improve a mood. Anything familiar, she guessed, if tea as something familiar explained where she lived on ship right now. "There's a tea house on ship," she said, picking up the spoon she'd been given. "Though I know what you mean. I've missed tea. Or herbal brews, at the very least."
She pushed her spoon into the gelatin, surprised when it cut at the consistency of pudding.
That food looked more and more disturbing with every revelation. "Hogwarts had house elves, who are really quite amazing cooks," he mused into his cup. "I can't begin to tell you how much I miss their work these days, even though I only enjoyed that luxury for the year I was there recently and far back in my youth. Blacksmiths, engineering, magic, but no cooking department, that's an interesting lack."
"I hear hints here and there about people wanting to set themselves up to do something about that." She eyed her spoon full of whatsit dubiously, then took the metaphorical plunge. Popping the spoon in her mouth, she blinked as the flavor more subtly expressed itself.
The pudding consistency was odd, but overall, she thought she enjoyed it. She couldn't say the flavor was anything like any fruit she'd ever had.
Pulling the spoon out clean, she reported (for the hell of it), "Far better than it looks! Thankfully." Enough that she was attempting another bite. "You came from a village called Hogwarts?" She looked across the table, curious. What an interesting name.
Perfect for Ino, a small part of her snickered, before falling abruptly silent.
He shook his head, not disbelieving her words, but rather the reality which she had informed him of. It seemed incredible, but really, after everything he had been through he had to admit that this seemed an odd thing to find implausible.
"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said. "Like most wizarding children in England I attended there for my own studies, and more recently had the distinct pleasure to teach there for a particularly pleasant year."
"Wizardry and witchcraft both deal in magic?" She set her spoon on the plate's side, looking up as she took her tea cup in hand. Might get a decent set of mugs while I'm down here, she thought, focusing her attention on Remus. There were so many particulars to each world that she wondered what those from his might be -- and how they differed from Aibghalien's, or at the least what he'd shared with her on their first meeting.
"At least on my world they mean the same thing. A wizard is male, a witch is female." Though as if echoing her own thoughts, he added, "Though it seems no world is quite the same, in fact I appear to be quite in the minority of wizards on this ship in the way I do magic."
"I take it your magic doesn't necessarily rely on the whims of gods or accessing different, ah, realms?" It was an oversimplification of one means she'd learned of, if an interesting one. Sipping her tea, she watched Remus with bright eyes. Learning more about other worlds and people's abilities was fascinating, especially if it didn't bear with reflecting back on her own.
"Nor long incantations," he said, thinking of Negi. "It requires only that one have a wand--" he lifted his demonstratively -- "and know how to perform the spell in question. And even the first requirement may be relaxed at times, though wandless magic is rare and particularly difficult, if it isn't too bold to say so about a technique I have a very little bit of skill in."
Her eyes lingered on the wand while it was displayed, intrigued by the concept. "The wand acts as some kind of focus?" It was a guess, trying to think in equivalences to things like the handseals of her world. "Or is it magical in itself?" A conduit and collector of magic?
Sakura set her cup down, cutting into the gelatin with her spoon.
He held the wand up with an index finger on each end. "Now I don't pretend to be an expert in wandlore, it's a mysterious branch of knowledge that after hundreds of years is still not even close to fully understood, but I do know that every wand contains a core of a part from a magical animal. Dragon heartstring and unicorn tail hair are the most common. When a witch or wizard is young, he or she will perform magic uncontrollably, but the wand and the very act of learning about magic focus the magic and put a stop to such behavior. From then on the magic is under the wizard's control."
Listening, Sakura nodded, taking in what he was saying. While specifics might be outlandish, or would have been had anyone broached this as a topic of conversation back home, she could accept the principle and try to understand how it worked on his world. Elements of magical creatures being part of what was used by those learning magic to focus or direct their efforts made sense.
"If you don't mind the question, what's the core of your wand? What kind of dragon lives -- actually lives -- on your world?"
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"Dragon heartstring," he said. "Dragons are a very specialized field of study, a branch of magizoology that very few wizards enter, not at all taught in school. Still, I know a few things about them. The ones closest to home would be the Common Welsh Greens, there's a reserve for them in the mountains. There's all sorts of others across the world as well."
The server nodded, handing over a plate with the jiggling mass on it. Sakura still wasn't exactly sold on this experience, but she was hungry, and it was different enough (and affordable enough) compared to what she'd eaten on Stacy that she figured it was worth trying at least once.
Along with what might be tea, though she wasn't one to make bets around this place.
"Mind if I join you, sir?" Most the outside seating was occupied, but indoors was too stuffy to bear. Never hurt to ask.
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When he saw that pastry-gelatin-circle thing, his eyebrows went up. "You're braver than I," he said. "Though the tea is quite drinkable, so I see no reason that shouldn't be less good."
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Sometimes just as jarring as the differences.
She smiled. "Thank you." Sitting down, she eyed the gelatin dubiously. "It doesn't look so bad," she said, "Especially after eating what we've been getting on ship. Glad to know the tea is good."
Even if the gelatin was a disaster, she could still enjoy the tea.
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She pushed her spoon into the gelatin, surprised when it cut at the consistency of pudding.
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The pudding consistency was odd, but overall, she thought she enjoyed it. She couldn't say the flavor was anything like any fruit she'd ever had.
Pulling the spoon out clean, she reported (for the hell of it), "Far better than it looks! Thankfully." Enough that she was attempting another bite. "You came from a village called Hogwarts?" She looked across the table, curious. What an interesting name.
Perfect for Ino, a small part of her snickered, before falling abruptly silent.
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"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said. "Like most wizarding children in England I attended there for my own studies, and more recently had the distinct pleasure to teach there for a particularly pleasant year."
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Sakura set her cup down, cutting into the gelatin with her spoon.
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"If you don't mind the question, what's the core of your wand? What kind of dragon lives -- actually lives -- on your world?"
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