"Flamel," he clips off. "Alchemist. Has probably used up his supply of the Elixer of Life by now, and the fact that I can't tell you for certain may serve to underline my disinterest in the subject."
"I didn't have them, I survived them," he says shortly. "Magic is, provably, a plastic resonant energy manifested both by the brainwaves of some creatures and some human beings and by certain sets of natural harmonics, exploitable by the former and often enhanced by the latter. Beyond these basics, I have no intention of discussing magical theory with someone who doesn't know as seminal a name in the field as Nicholas Flamel, but," he pulls out one of his shop's cards and writes S. Trelawney, O-Box 339-15, Hogsmeade, Scotland on the back, handing it over with a very Snapean wrist-flick, "I have always felt that an acquaintance of mine would benefit from the company of a set of reasonably genteel religious fanatics."
That does not sound like a good night. :( LOL, fun. Xel recognizes a lot of those shots. (g)