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[It starts with cursing, with some fumbling with the device: and this is why Peter never wanted Roman's fucking iPhone. Jesus fuck how do you get this thing to work?]

Yo.

[There's finally a wave of fingers, although it seems lackluster. Flat blue eyes set into a scruffy face as the image finally catches something more engaging than the floor swings into view. Oh, hey. He's in a pair of boxers that look a little overworn, and he's on the furry side for a teen boy as slender as he is. There's a stylized 'g' tattooed on the left side of his ribs.]

Does anyone have any smokes? I don't do charity, but I'll trade something for it.

[There is a pause, he seems like he's about to cut the feed, but there's a moment of hesitance that ends in mute cursing. He doesn't care, none of this fucking matters. Fuck this place.]

And pants. I guess.

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Please. I'm English, I'd sooner say git.

[But she looks amused by the candor he throws her way.]

Yeah, well, it's still definitely not the worst thing I've ever been called.

[Hey, she's an attractive redhead. His heart might still be a bit too recently eviscerated for anything like flirtation, but, it does warm his expression a little bit. He's not showing off, per se, but he definitely doesn't seem bothered by people seeing him in his boxers.]

You say that like you think I'd insult a perfect stranger at all.

[Don't worry, Peter, she's just a little sassy.]

But hello, I'm Ginny Weasley. Just slightly a stranger, now.

People rarely need familiarity for insults.

[But, he smiles, because hey, he'll take it. It's rather nice to not have the typical dirty gypsy getting tossed around just yet.]

Peter Rumancek. Interesting place here.

Those people are cowards. [Offhand, shrugging, bluntly honest.] I'm the worst to my brothers, I love them best.

[She grins back.]

Hi, Peter. Aren't you cold?

Not really. All gypsies have a higher body temperature, you know.

[There's a glint to his eyes, casual, and while he's not cold, shirtless though he might be, he's probably pulling her leg about the body temperature thing. Although, Peter is one of those people where it's usually hard to tell.]

Gypsy? That's brilliant.

[Because she went to Romania to visit her brother and he's worked with Romani on the dragon reserve and she remembers one with incredible metalworking skills, too, and she's fairly certain her brother fancied her. ~~My headcanon, let me show you it.~~]

So I suppose I shouldn't offer you a jumper or anything.

A real life one, yeah. Although brilliant isn't what people usually call it.

[Yeah, this relates to that reference about strangers and insults. ~~Also your headcanon is beautiful, let me touch it.~~]

I dunno, I'm not sure I have the legs for one.

[Sorry, Ginny, he's a gypsy, but he's also American.]

That's alright. I'm a real life witch and depending on the stories you grew up with, I'm hardly brilliant either.

[Then she raises an eyebrow.]

You lot call them sweaters.

Witches are totally brilliant. Anyone who says otherwise is a moron.

[Okay, so, he might be kind of biased. His cousin Destiny would never use the label witch, per se, but she did real magic, and that was good enough for Peter. At the mention of sweaters, he shakes his head.]

Damn things get too hot.

[Oh, now she's definitely curious, brushing aside the comment on the sweater to latch onto the other thing.]

You've got witches in your world?

Stories at least, yeah.

[He's watching, gauging her reaction, because there's more he could say, but he's still trying to work out how far to trust her, how much to tell. Peter loves his cousin, and there's a certain thrill to the fact that she did real magic, though she'd probably beat him if she heard him call her a witch -- she'd say it was bad for business.]

So, what are witches like in your world?

Like me. [She shrugs, not sure how to really phrase it.] Like you, except we'd call you a wizard. We're normal people, we're just born with magic—use wands, brew potions, nothing too fancy. [Then she grins, eyes alight as she comes to her favourite thing.] We can fly on broomsticks.

[Dammit, Ginny, stop being cute. Stop looking just a leeetle bit like Destiny, and stop making him want to tell you that he understands what you're talking about. Right now.

Well, fuck. Whatever. He's going to fumble for a moment before locking the feed.]

I don't have it, but my cousin does. I mean, she doesn't use a wand or ride a broomstick or anything, but, she can make potions. Knows way more than I do about the laws of magic and supernatural bullshit, and, yeah, she does magic.

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Laws. Yes, exactly. [She grins.] People don't understand that, sometimes. That magic can't just do anything because stories have made it out that way.

[It's magic. She will always want to talk about magic, know what it's like in other worlds, see and understand if she can. She wonders if it isn't openly practiced in his world, if he's locking their conversation to speak about it—and that saddens her, a bit, to know there are other worlds that might not accept it.]

Is it a secret in your world, too?

Yeah. I mean, there are hunters. Humans who know enough to be dangerous. I mean, in your world maybe you can fly off on your broom, but, uh. Guns suck.

[Peter shrugs his shoulders. He's gonna leave it at that.]

[She picks up on the way he says humans but doesn't comment on it, not now. Instead, she frowns, thinks of the war; they don't need guns or Muggles to get hunted down, witches and wizards do it just as well.]

It isn't easy in any world, Peter. Brooms or no brooms.

Isn't that the fucking truth.

[And there's a sick sense to how he says it like he's talking about so much more than what he's actually said, a slice of pain before it vanishes behind a glib smile. His shoulders tense and he exhales, raking fingers through his hair, twisting it in his fingers for a moment.]

So, broomsticks, hunh? Does that come with a pointy hat?

[Well. She knows they've hit on a delicate subject, too deep and probing for a first conversation. So when he changes their conversation, she goes along with it immediately.]

Only when school requires us to be in full uniform.

[The smile she flashes back is just as broad and smooth, she could almost be taking the mickey, except she isn't; there's truth to her words, to the ease with which she fires back that answer.]

They're much too formal for daily wear.

That a fact?

[He lets the amusement curl easily across him face, as if it can wipe out that sudden drop moments before. It amuses him, just because he knows that tone, he knows the way he'd talk about being a gypsy, truth that sounded like lies and lies that sounded like truth.]

Hey, if you're a witch, can you make charms and shit like that?

[He had no clue what he could do to pay her back, but he'd figure something out. Truth was that no place felt like home without the protection charm Destiny made for them once and Peter and Lynda hung up no matter where home happened to be. So maybe...]

It could be.

[The hats are terrible, Peter, don't even play.

She raises her brows at the question, unsure what he could mean solely because magic and witches could be different across worlds. Can she do charmwork? Yes, but she doubts he wants her to make a feather fly. Ginny cocks her head to the side, replying,]

I can do charm spells. Transfiguration, offensive and defensive magic, it all depends on what needs to be done. Why?

[Yeah, okay, they totally are, but that's not quite the point.

He shrugs his shoulders, and not for the first time questions the wisdom in how much he's telling her. But, she admitted to being a witch, and it's not like he's talking about being a werewolf ~~yet~~.]

My cousin made me this charm, was just some sort of protection spell, and I dunno. Doesn't really feel like home without something like that.

[Peter scratches fingers at the back of his neck because he doesn't like connecting with people, telling people things that aren't wild stories and bullshit.]

[If she knew that this wasn't a thing he did normally, just being open with someone, she'd be touched. As it is, she has no reason to not help him out, and when he brings up this thing that could make the City a bit more like home. Not that it could ever be home for anyone, but it's close enough for her, so.]

I've never made protective amulets, though I've seen them sold. [Whether or not they worked, well, considering her father wanted to arrest the peddlers...] I could put wards on wherever you live; it's not the same, but it could offer the same sort of protection if that's what you're looking for.

[It was more the sense of security, hanging up her charm every time they moved some place else. But, he got the feeling that here, moving around wasn't really going to be as much of an issue. As much as that made his stomach twist, it seemed pretty close to fact.]

That'd be... pretty great, yeah, actually. I don't know what I could trade for it. With Destiny I used to just bring her chocolate.

[He grins, but it's a little sad too.]

Then I'll take chocolate. It's no trouble at all.

[And if the charm bit means so much to him, she can pick up a little something just for the sense of it. She is nothing if not thoughtful.]

You're close with her, then?

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