"Then slap my bottom and call me Muggle-born," he grinned. His parents did not have the gift. He was the only one as far as he knew. "And no one bothers you at all?"

It sounded a bit too good to be true. Still, here's hoping mages in alternate worlds got the better end of the staff except for poor James, dying and yet living and breathing beside him.

"You...you die? And you're okay with that?" Anders could not imagine a single situation in which he would be comfortable dying. He always had a chance to fight when the templars caught up with him, but he came back willingly each time, switching to bothering them needlessly rather than aggressive action. He rather liked not being dead.