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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]

[... 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.