What is the Ministry teaching you guys if you're going to use such ridiculous speculation? You've all but shouted it in your mind what you were thinking. [It was a tad amusing before, but now it was growing a little wearisome. He couldn't fault the other though. For wanting to find him. Or even any missing person.
And Theseus did have potential. The prior logic rather ridiculous, but the latter claim was rather solid.
It had been his own reasoning to take the name Cain. Theseus would do well and flourish, but he couldn't admit that.
Cain rubbed at his temples for a moment.] I don't interact with the magic community that much. I don't like magic. [This wasn't actually a lie. Being a legilimens and a talented wizard to boot had done nothing but cause him years of grief being a dog to his father and it had really killed the enjoyment of magic. He would have been more than happy to be some Muggle if it meant a more peaceful life.
Even if he still kept up with his magic and studies (though he used most of his magic for just everyday).] I don't keep up with the news surrounding it and I certainly don't like to be involved in it. You could ask me about the current news and I'd not know a bloody thing is happening.
[Cain slips his wand out from where it was hidden in his shirt sleeve and holds it out to the other to look at it. Cain's old wand, he had kept but left hidden away in the original box it had came in. The details of Cain's old wand had been well known due to it being of a rare wood that held much power in it. Dragonstring core and a cherry wood. It was a gorgeous wand that he had abandoned; intricate and beautiful in design.
His current one was that of phoenix feather and Rowan wood. This one was more modest. Sleek, but didn't try to come off as ostentatious. It bared a styling almost similar to that of wind instruments. Cain had always wondered if it had always waited for him.] Rowan wood. It is commonly stated that wands made of Rowan have never chosen a dark witch or wizard. Since you seem intent to regard me with hostility, I've not done anything ill to this fellow as it is unlikely my wand would have chosen me had I decided to be nefarious in my path. [This wasn't a lie at all, but the reason he hadn't done anything ill to Abel was because he was Abel.] Look, I grow tired of this. You may continue to keep an eye on me and may even inquire about me from the patrons, but I do still have to finish working for tonight. [He tucks his wand away again.]
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And Theseus did have potential. The prior logic rather ridiculous, but the latter claim was rather solid.
It had been his own reasoning to take the name Cain. Theseus would do well and flourish, but he couldn't admit that.
Cain rubbed at his temples for a moment.] I don't interact with the magic community that much. I don't like magic. [This wasn't actually a lie. Being a legilimens and a talented wizard to boot had done nothing but cause him years of grief being a dog to his father and it had really killed the enjoyment of magic. He would have been more than happy to be some Muggle if it meant a more peaceful life.
Even if he still kept up with his magic and studies (though he used most of his magic for just everyday).] I don't keep up with the news surrounding it and I certainly don't like to be involved in it. You could ask me about the current news and I'd not know a bloody thing is happening.
[Cain slips his wand out from where it was hidden in his shirt sleeve and holds it out to the other to look at it. Cain's old wand, he had kept but left hidden away in the original box it had came in. The details of Cain's old wand had been well known due to it being of a rare wood that held much power in it. Dragonstring core and a cherry wood. It was a gorgeous wand that he had abandoned; intricate and beautiful in design.
His current one was that of phoenix feather and Rowan wood. This one was more modest. Sleek, but didn't try to come off as ostentatious. It bared a styling almost similar to that of wind instruments. Cain had always wondered if it had always waited for him.] Rowan wood. It is commonly stated that wands made of Rowan have never chosen a dark witch or wizard. Since you seem intent to regard me with hostility, I've not done anything ill to this fellow as it is unlikely my wand would have chosen me had I decided to be nefarious in my path. [This wasn't a lie at all, but the reason he hadn't done anything ill to Abel was because he was Abel.] Look, I grow tired of this. You may continue to keep an eye on me and may even inquire about me from the patrons, but I do still have to finish working for tonight. [He tucks his wand away again.]