Re: Roxanne and Peter
"I always forget how old you lot are," Roxanne laughed. 1981 sounded like a million years ago to her, let along 1959. With the day to day mundanity of the castle, the whole 'time travel' thing was quite easy glossed over. She shrugged. "I guess they have to be creative to get along without magic. My Grandad was obsessed with how clever they were. He'd lose his mind if he turned up here."
The image of her Grandad Arthur swelled in her minds' eye, but luckily Peter handed over the drink before she could dwell on it too long. "Thanks." Roxanne lifted the drink to her lips, taking a generous sip. It was sweet and creamy, with a slightly sharp aftertaste which gave away the alcohol. "This is good!" she smiled. "You should sack off whatever you guys get up to and just work in here."
She took another sip, offering him a half smile as she swallowed. "I love my job," she offered, as way of explanation. "And there's loads to do - goblin wands aren't really a thing, you know. I'm trying a few things we'll see what sticks." She was going to have to ask someone to get her a goblin to try stuff out. What if their magic didn't conduct the same way theirs did?