One of the more interesting aspects of this city, as Sirius has learned, is not the mere presence of magic itself, but the presence of so many different kinds of magic. There's the magic he knows, the spells and charms he's spent so many years of his life honing and perfecting with wand and word. And there's the magic of the two boys who have unusually keen senses of smell and the magic from Krem's world that involves staves in lieu of wands and, of course, the magic of the city itself that seems intent upon making fools of its inhabitants.
Beyond that even are the sheer number of Muggles willing to embrace magic so openly. Not merely the ones who've come from afar to find themselves stuck here just the same as Sirius, but the ones who seem to have been born here.
It's frankly as unnerving as it is freeing.
But also helpful.
He learns of Magnus by word of mouth, not by name at first but in overhearing a conversation here and a whisper there, and it takes him some time to realize he's already met the man once before, the memory a bit fuzzy due to the number of alcohol drinks he'd consumed at the time.
It takes him a few days more to track him down.
"Ah, at last," he breathes when he notices Magnus at the other end of the bar, his memory not so blurred as to have forgotten those eye. Grabbing his drink, he takes a seat beside the warlock and grins wide. "Magnus Bane, we meet again. This time with much better ambient music, thankfully."
Beyond that even are the sheer number of Muggles willing to embrace magic so openly. Not merely the ones who've come from afar to find themselves stuck here just the same as Sirius, but the ones who seem to have been born here.
It's frankly as unnerving as it is freeing.
But also helpful.
He learns of Magnus by word of mouth, not by name at first but in overhearing a conversation here and a whisper there, and it takes him some time to realize he's already met the man once before, the memory a bit fuzzy due to the number of alcohol drinks he'd consumed at the time.
It takes him a few days more to track him down.
"Ah, at last," he breathes when he notices Magnus at the other end of the bar, his memory not so blurred as to have forgotten those eye. Grabbing his drink, he takes a seat beside the warlock and grins wide. "Magnus Bane, we meet again. This time with much better ambient music, thankfully."
