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Susan Sto Helit / Discworld (ms_susan) wrote in silverage,

"Sorry." Susan chuckled. "I should be a waitress, asking you questions when you have your mouth full. Seems to be a universal constant if my home world and New York are any indication."

She listened to his accent; it was a lot like hers. Another English wizard? "Are you a wand-using wizard like Lily there and her friend? You seemed to know them."

She tilted her head to one side as she considered his words. "Not a witch as such. I know some witches, and I'm not like them. I'm... something else. A lot of it is inherited from my grandfather. I do use magic though. I suppose you could say I'm a witch of some sort, in the loosest sense."

Susan couldn't help it. This man was older than her usual student, but he was behaving like some of her younger charges. Without really thinking about it, she silently summoned a napkin from the tables in the front of the room. It flew through the air to her, and she caught it and handed to Neville. "Here, try this," she said as she passed him the napkin.