"No," says Kell, surprising himself with the admission, but perhaps it doesn't matter here, what and who he is. It's a dizzying thought, and for a moment Kell's thoughts run along Sirius' own. He doesn't truly believe himself trapped in this place. His magic was not enough at the dock, but it will be. It must be. But what would it be like to stay, unfettered by palace walls and rules?
"There were two," he continues. "Now there is only myself." Kell reaches to arrange his wet hair over his eye once more. It doesn't seem to bother Sirius, and for that he's grateful, but as the crowd around them thickens he feels more and more heads begin to turn. "In your home, the magical and magicless exist alongside each other?" he guesses. "Your kind, and Muggle?"
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Date: 2016-02-26 12:08 am (UTC)"There were two," he continues. "Now there is only myself." Kell reaches to arrange his wet hair over his eye once more. It doesn't seem to bother Sirius, and for that he's grateful, but as the crowd around them thickens he feels more and more heads begin to turn. "In your home, the magical and magicless exist alongside each other?" he guesses. "Your kind, and Muggle?"