"Poor vernacular on my part. Wand," John corrected himself once Hermione had, then listened politely. When she was finished, he looked down at his wriststrap and tinkered at it a moment longer. It may have felt rude, but the girl had taken her phone out a number of times to send some sort of message (which made him paranoid admittedly), so at least he felt justified.
"Can't impress you with magic tricks, but this here is where I call home," John Hart explained and punched in a combination on his wriststrap that projected an image of a barred spiral galaxy colliding and consuming a smaller elliptical one in a movie-holograph shade of blue. "The brighter one is Torajii, my home system, named after the sun there. We had to leave when I was a child, because of the merge. It was throwing everything into chaos. Ended up hopping freighters until I was twenty, lived in a couple mining and trade colonies here and there. Saw a lot of magicians."