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WHO: Andromeda Tonks & Whoever
WHERE: Walking to a coffee shop to meet Erik, but open beforehand!
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS: None so far!
SUMMARY: Andromeda and Erik are going to have coffee, but Andromeda leaves early to get some more exploring done.
FORMAT: Prose to start, will match after.

Although much of her shopping trip with her daughter had involved looking at ridiculous shoes, she had been able to find both some sensible clothes for work and a few sets of casual day clothes. She was wearing some of them now as she headed out to meet Erik at one of the small, privately owned coffee shops. They'd agreed to avoid the large chain franchises as they seemed to offer plenty of sugary beverages, but little in the way of actual, factual coffee. While she was more than an hour early, she wanted to take the opportunity to continue to familiarize herself with the neighbourhood around the MAC. She was headed to the pharmacy to pick up a little lip chap before her meeting with Erik, since this place had proved to be drier than she'd been anticipating.

At least it was a nice day outside. She was starting to fall into a rhythm here, whether that was for good or bad -- working at the clinic had helped her feel more at home than she had in her first weeks here, even with all the familiar faces and joy over knowing her daughter was alive. She kept her head up as she walked, not wanting to run into anyone or miss an opportunity to chat with someone she knew.

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"Oh, rest assured that I already inadvertently spilled the worst of the beans upon my arrival." She took a breath. "I was only a few hours off of finding out that my daughter and her husband had been killed, so I was understandably -- upset. I had no idea at that time that this place could house the dead." Erik can probably imagine just how well that went. She was sure that Dora was still avoiding her in some ways - not necessarily physically, but they certainly hadn't spoken about what was to become of her daughter.

She filed the information about Charles in the back of her mind, wondering vaguely if occlumency would be any sort of barrier to Charles. She had no idea, really -- it was highly possible his mutation worked in a completely different way than legilimency did. She nodded. "That's fortunate, at least. I can imagine that they'll be slow to believe him even so, though, if what you've told me is true." She paused. "Are you settling in well other than that? Any job prospects, that kind of thing?" She didn't know about him personally, but it drove her mad not having any sort of work to do.

[Erik looks a bit sympathetic and gives an understanding nod.] You cannot blame yourself for that. Grieving is quite normal.

[He gives a small nod.] I am finding myself rather comfortable. I do not have a job, but I have not done much looking. The income we receive as imPorts is satisfactory for me, so I do not feel much of a need to find another source of income. Unless I find a job that catches my interest, of course.

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Of course. I need to keep myself busy or I think I might go mad, so finding a job was necessary. My daughter also wants to find a house that's a bit more suited to our needs than the MAC, so we'll need money for that little venture.

[There's a pause.] And it would be a waste to let my particular magic talents go unused when there are people to be helped here. I've seen enough death in my life to try and prevent as much more as I can.

[He chuckles a bit.] That is understandable. I've had enough to do lately, trying to catch up with half a century of developments and meeting family members I did not previously know existed. But I imagine things will slow down before long, and I will need something to keep myself busy. [He gives a slight shrug.]

That is an admirable goal.

I'm fortunate that it's only been twenty or so years for me -- although I never did have much experience with muggle big-cities. We visited Ted's parents in London, of course, but the outskirts - not the downtown proper.

[She smiles.] Admirable? Maybe. I've spoken to others here who don't think that some people deserve to be saved.

Muggle? [He sounds a bit curious about the unfamiliar term.]

I have been to New York before, but only in brief. People say that this place is different... that things are not in the right places. But I never spent enough time in America to tell the difference.

[He gives another shrug.] It depends on the people, I suppose. I would be lying if I said that there are not some people who I would choose not to save.

[She takes a sip of her drink.]

My apologies. Non-wizarding folk are generally referred to as Muggles. [She considers his words.]

I don't know if I could trust myself to make that sort of choice. If it came down to it -- in a duelling situation, for example -- I would defend myself. Choosing not to help someone if they showed up at the emergency room is a different matter entirely.

[He takes note of the term, and gives a nod at the rest of her words.]

Yes, when you put it that way it is hard to disagree.

I'd hope most people wouldn't disagree, but I must say that -- that isn't what's been shown to me.

[Ah, and now she's bringing down their conversation. She takes another sip of her drink.]

But I'm waxing moral at you. I'm sure you have more interesting things to talk about...more of your concerns about this place, perhaps, or observations.

[Erik takes a sip of his own coffee. He is glad for the definite improvement over the coffee that he's been finding elsewhere in the City.]

It is interesting to get used to. To my knowledge, mutants were the only beings in my world with... unique abilities. I have met not only witches like yourself, but a number of aliens and other creature here. It is... a lot to take in.

It can be a bit overwhelming. The time difference seems almost negligible when compared with finding out that other reasonably intelligent species are possible, really.

[She smiles.] It's refreshing, in some ways. So many new perspectives here.