Harry's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly when he talked about the magic shifting and for a moment he focused on his companion. Filtering out the background noise in this place was the hardest part, but once he got a fix on him the magic was plain to see.
"Well I never!" he said letting out a breath as he gave a nod towards a fellow practitioner. "Now I'm trying to work in a joke about two wizards walking into a bar," Harry said as he regained his sense of humour and composure in one fell swoop. "But the only punchline I have is for a gay bar," he said admitting defeat.
Harry was very much interested in John's opinion, particularly now they'd established a few parameters. "So you're waiting for an excrement-on-fan moment imminently. Got it," he said in heart-felt understanding. "Gotta admit to feeling pretty exposed right now, given I arrived without any of my usual foci," Harry said before taking a swig of his beer. "Which is a round about way of telling you that I'm fairly pessimistic about my current predicament also. Usually less-so," he admitted.
"So, what's your brand of sorcery, John?" he was curious, which came from being a researcher, but also from wanting to learn about the guy he was drinking with. "Mostly my stuff is elemental," Harry supplied, so that John knew he wasn't attempting to get info for nefarious purposes.