"I thought you said this place was non-magical? How do the bulletin boards work, then? Where do you get them? And are you counting yourself as a magic user, or are there others like me- like the person who used the term?" Neville followed him to the stairs, stopping short and taking a step back when he realized they were moving. What the hell? How did they work? "Galen, I- I'm sorry but how do these stairs work?"
"Right, thanks. Can you point me in the direction of the Welcome Center after our drink? I'd like to get some clothing." He eyed the strange stairs apprehensively, still not setting foot on them. "Hmm? Yeah, yes, I am a wizard. Graduated- well, not actually graduated Hogwarts, since it was blown up and everything- but I took some remedial courses and they gave me the N.E.W.T.s, and I passed those. I'm a professor. Herbology, at Hogwarts. I was an auror for a bit-" he looked up, smiling. "Sorry- N.E.W.T.s are Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, it's what you have to take to qualify for jobs and things- like final exams, I guess. Herbology- the study of magical plants and their properties. I went to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry- finest school in Europe for wizarding, my Gran always said. And an auror is sort of the wizarding please-men. We kept the peace, we took care of criminals and things. We were mostly taking care of Death Eaters- war criminals. But I quit that to teach. Better for me. Anyway- I'm the sort of wizard who uses a wand, I suppose?"