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[heirofficium]

 [ So, in Sirius' wanderings, he saw a door that labeled the room beyond it in an interesting manner. ]

Anyone care to enlighten me as to what a host club is?

[ It was closed so he couldn't inquire within. It would be most imprudent to answer him. ]

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[delincuente]

Could you rock the stupid costumes, though?

[heirofficium]

I'm sure I could. Moony said I'd look good in anything once.

[delincuente]

What about a clown suit? Skin-tight leather?

[heirofficium]

What's wrong with leather pants?

[ HE'S FROM THE 70'S ALEX DON'T GO THERE ]

[delincuente]

I guess they're okay if you're Enrique Iglesias.

[SHHH SHE DOESN'T KNOW YET]

[heirofficium]

Who's Enrique Iglesias...?

[ THAT'S NOT GONNA LAST LONG ]

[delincuente]

Latin music singer. Wears tight pants.

[She waits for some kind of a reaction.]

You don't have him on your Earth?

[heirofficium]

We don't really have Latin music in Britain? Sounds like it'd be good, though...

If we do, it wouldn't be in my time. What year are you from?

[delincuente]

I guess it is. I mean, it's what I was raised on.

[She has to think about it for a moment - a sad testament to how long she's been in Paradisa.]

I'm from 2010.

[heirofficium]

You'll have to show me some then. I've always loved Muggle music...

[ He blinks. Wow, she's from even further in the future from him than Granger. He just chuckles. ]

That would explain a lot. I'm from 1977.

[delincuente]

[... Okay, that kind of makes her do a double-take.]

1977? Dude, you'd be, like, fifty in my time.

[heirofficium]

[ He admits, that is pretty weird, but think positive! ]

Ahh, but I'm not fifty here, luv, and that's what matters.

[delincuente]

[She laughs out loud. She loves being called "luv". Maybe that's why she goes after so many British guys - Sirius makes three.]

Good thing, too. I wouldn't hit on someone with wrinkles. Not really my thing.

[heirofficium]

[ He scoffs a little. ]

I'll have you know the better wizards around here live to be pretty old and age pretty slowly! I wouldn't wrinkle until I'm at least 70.

[ Though more because of the different magical beauty products that are out there and actually work, sadly. ]

[delincuente]

Yeah? Well, the headmaster at Wiz Tech's going on, like 900. How's that for pretty old?

[It's supernatural law - wizards are just plain old, everywhere you go.]

[heirofficium]

Wiz Tech? Is that your school?

[delincuente]

For, like, a week. It wasn't really my thing.

[heirofficium]

Oh, it wasn't? What a shame... See, Hogwarts takes you on for 7 years.

[delincuente]

Yeah, I tried to mail myself home. It was terrible.

[She pauses, wrinkling her nose.]

Seven years in a place called "Hog Warts"?

[heirofficium]

[ Okay, forgetting everything else she just said. ]

You tried to mail yourself home?

[delincuente]

Yeah, with this portal key I nicked. It didn't work - the headmistress caught me.

[Because that's totally normal. Completely normal story.]

[heirofficium]

[ He's torn between judging her and being impressed. GOOD JOB. ]

[delincuente]

[She tries to judge his silence.]

What? You'd probably have done the same thing.