To her, it had felt like a home. Home away from home. She didn't have to close her eyes to look around the room and see the memories the burnt hunks of wood held. She took another great big swallow of the wine, she held.
"Here you have humans with magic, and you have some without. Some are just normal run of the mill humans, some are pretty damn extraordinary. I think the only ones that have a different name from the wizards and the non-wizards are the Harry Potter kids. Though I never heard Harry call anyone anything different, so I don't know about his world."