capeandcowllogs | (no subject)

WHO: A wizard (the

bestunrevealed) and a dragon (the

fantasycliche).
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Backdated to Monday night!
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: A wizard and a walking bank of potions components walked into a bar...
FORMAT: quick!

[ She hates it when she miscalculates. When she's decided an area is clear enough for her to disrobe and change forms, only to discover that some dirty, unhomed human has been watching. It's not as though it's a huge hassle, but she prefers to pick her meals. Half the time the humans that sleep on benches in the park taste sour, and there's nothing like expecting a warm, juicy meal only to find it's gone and spoiled itself.

But tonight she's given the area a very thorough skim, and she's confident that she's had some privacy. Her human clothing is left in the nook of one of the trees, and she takes a moment to simply enjoy her proper form again. And it is nice, after spending a few days locked into that small, cramped little shape. ]

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They feared power they didn't have or understand. Eventually took to setting us on fire. Which was fairly useless, as we all know anti-burning charms, for the most part.

[It's almost boring, really, if one is prepared for it.]

Muggles fear us, once they understand what we can do and they cannot. Resentment is often common. Some adjust when it's family -- wizards can be born to the magicless.

[ She snorts to hear that, cocking her head in clear amusement. ]

That isn't just "muggles". It's a running theme among humans to fear what they can't understand-- and especially to fear power. [ Rightfully so though, in her case. ]

[Rightfully so, in several wizard's cases, in turn. Tom Riddle was not right from day one, after all. Some people just aren't.]

Or lust for it. But one's reach can too often exceed one's grasp.