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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Wayne grinned. "Oh, come on," he urged. "Just open your mouth as wide as you can. It makes good practice." Winking, he realized that was probably over-the-top, but whatever.

"You'd be surprised the limits of Muggle imaginations. On one hand, yes, aliens from outer space creating human colonies all across the galaxy, but on the other hand...no, you can't coexist with someone who has powers you don't have? Well, the X-Men metaphor is probably another can of worms for another day."

Wayne took a bite of his own Big Mac and continued to talk, not open-mouthed chewing, but politely talking with his mouth full.

"And there's this card game called Magic that is literally just a card game. Honestly, we could go on about magic in front of Muggles til kingdom come and no one would ever be the wiser."

Wayne had been called in to the head teacher with Llinos last year, when Rhys had been going on about the magic that his dad could do, and that he'd go to a magic school someday. The teachers were concerned about his attachment to reality and his overactive imagination. They'd taught him to hold back on the describing-the-magical-world stuff. The accidental magic he was occasionally performing, though, was less easy to dismiss.

Plus he kept getting in fights. Damn. And Wayne had him this coming weekend too. What was he going to do?

He didn't realize he'd gone so long without saying anything, and hoped Ernie hadn't been talking.

"What do you think?"