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Gwen Cooper (welshcurves) wrote in silverage,

Gwen would never say she understood magic. Not really. There was a certain element of magic in the way Jack was immortal and in the way the rift worked in general. The supernatural existed in her world parallel to or in conjunction with the scientific. At the base level, it was all the same thing - just manifesting in different ways. The magic Remus was showing her was something she'd never dreamt of.

She watched in wonder as the lily formed and only her experience with Torchwood kept her from sitting with her mouth open. She was sure her face held an amazed expression, but at least she didn't look like a complete fool gaping at him. She plucked the flower out of the air, running her fingers over the petals. "I'm sure she would if she could see them," she said with a bit of a laugh. "She's a bit young for them yet."

When she had moved to the table, she'd intended on offering Remus help - or perhaps asking him for some. Since they were working on reforming Torchwood, they needed experts from various worlds, but Gwen had lost her nerve. Jack was the recruitment expert... and perhaps she needed to be more careful about blurting everything out to anyone she met. There were supposedly evil wizards running about and Gwen wouldn't know how to fight one of those off if she were standing in front of one, though she supposed a gun would be an effective way to stop anyone.

She took a sip of her coffee after setting the lily next to her plate. "So, Severus, what part of England are you from?"