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[holo | Sanctuary] Wonderful muggle things

One moment he is running through the forest of Serbia.

There are howls and screams following him, inhuman despite the lack of moon in the sky. His muscles burn from running but he forces himself on, needing to get outside the edges of their territory. If he can just make it to the edge of their territory, he will be fine.

Screeching phantasms rush up from behind, shrieking his position to his hunters. He blasts them as fast as he can to silence them, to buy himself those few extra strides that get him ever closer to safety.

One moment he is running, bursting through the shimmering wards that mark the territory. The next he is letting himself fall, whispering for the magic to rip him away and back to his hotel in the middle of the Muggle townstead.

That isn't where he lands.

There is a distinct lack of smoke, dust and noise in the next moment. And far too much light to be his hotel. Or, indeed, the townstead, which is still mostly relying on gas and goodwill to stay lit at night.

But there is a lack of angry, murderous werewolves, so all in all, it isn't worst place he could be.

He sits down, deciding to get his breath back first. A pat down reveals his situation. "Bugger." He's lost his compass (which he didn't need anyway), his map (which probably wasn't going to help right now, all things considered) and his last bar of chocolate (which is a pity, because he really could have used that). But he still has his wallet and his wand, so the important things were taken care of.

"Right. Well. There's no door," he murmurs. "And a big... pointy... thing on the ceiling. Muggle thing. And another muggle thing! Wonderful. I wish I had been to school in the last ten years or so and I might know what that was." He rubbed his stubble thoughtfully. "No one's trying to eat me. And there's nothing hosing me down, tying me up or screaming in my ear, so it could be worse. However I have no food, no water and no idea where I am. That's less wonderful. But I have a wand. So they don't want me harmless. But they can interrupt my apparation, which means they probably consider me with a wand a negligible threat anyway. Merlin's beard, I have spent far too long on my own if I'm thinking out loud without knowing if I'm being listened in on. Hello out there? Could you let me out, only I've got some rather important business to get back to, thanks awfully."

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Without a doubt, he is a very clever, charming child and probably has his poor guardian or guardians in constant worry if he keeps inviting strangers to live with them.

He sits himself down on the pavement, pulling out his wallet and looking through it while he waits.

"Scott said it was all right. Oh! You must come at once. They have these wonderful trains here. They are very fast."

He was excited now. This person was a new arrival, new mind. Surely he would have more stories for Charles.

"I will put some water on! Oh. It's Osten. The Osten stop. That little screen should have my name on it somewhere. Charles. Charles Xavier. That's me. It's a map, you know? But the people on it move so you can see where they are. Isn't that the most curious map you have ever seen?"

The description of the map causes a small ache in Remus and he smiles despite it. "It sounds a lot like a map I used to know of... I don't need a train, just tell me where this house is, what it looks like."

No train? Well that was curious. Maybe he owned his own vehicle. Or could fly like Madelyn.

"Oh. It is a big house. A Mansion really. We have big oak doors and many many rooms and a big library. Someday, when I am older, I am going to move my bed right into the library." He wondered how far away Remus was. Maybe he could- He had never tried it before.

"Let me try something."

Small fingers raised to both sides of his head, Charles concentrating hard on what the mansion looked like here and on showing that to his new friend. He had always wanted to try it. This seemed like a good opportunity.

He felt something.

He didn't know what it was, an awareness of images and places and the sudden unsettled feeling of the wolf reacting to the invasion into its sanctuary.

"What, are you projecting your thoughts into my mind?"

"I'm sorry. I tried. I thought it would be a better description." He dropped his hands, looking disappointed.

"I guess that is a bit beyond me. But I did try, at least." He had to keep trying. How else would he learn what he could do without trials? "Did you see anything?"

He sounded hopeful more than anything.

"I... might have. Something green, a hill and a silhouette." Familiar maybe, but a lot of wizarding homes look similar. "I'll be there in a few moments."

He pulls out his wand, then pauses. "Um... how do I turn this thing off?"

"There's a button just there." Charles switches his setting to holo and points to the spot that stops the recording with another bright smile before waving at Remus' image again.

Then he presses the button to switch it off, pulling the too-large jacket and a pair of shoes on and heading downstairs to start water for tea and chocolate.

Remus touches the button and sighs, relieved that he's finally made the machine stop.

He focuses on where he wants to go, calm and collected and determined. Then he tugs the magic, letting it wrap around him and drag him through reality and not reality to appear outside the house.

A quick pat down confirms that everything arrived fine and he knocks on the door.

Charles had barely made it to the bottom of the stairs when the knock came. He approached it hesitantly at first. Slowly. But when he pulled it open to reveal Remus his wide, blue eyes were fascinated and curious.

He tugged the heavy door open further and waved for Remus to come in with a bright smile.

"You really move fast. How did you do that? Oh I wish I could do that. Imagine how useful that would be. I bet you do not even get headaches. Is it very hard? Is it frightening? I would be frightened, I think." What was it? Teleportation of some kind. It had to be. Some form of spatial relocation. Even speed could not possibly allow for the human body to travel that fast, could it? Maybe it could! How would you even see where you were going? How would you stop in time?

"Sorry. Come in. Please, come in. I have not even put a kettle on yet. That was rather faster than I was expecting, honestly!"

Remus smiled down at the boy. "I'm a fast traveller. I need to move around a lot for my work. My name is Remus, by the way. Remus Lupin." He offered a hand out. "Is your guardian really okay with having a strange come over like this?"

"He doesn't mind. He knows I will tell him if anything is wrong."

Charles shook Remus' hand with a warm and welcome smile and a nod.

"Your work must be very exciting."

"Then he must be very understanding and I'm very grateful for your invitation over here." He shook his hand firm and briefly.

"Sadly? Not really. I go places and ask people how they feel about politics." Basically.

"Politics." Charles brows furrowed and his nose crinkled slightly in distaste. Political science was one of the few not to captivate his interests.

"But traveling, at least, that must be interesting. All the people you must meet! The places you see?"

He let the heavy doors slide shut behind Remus, a curious mind brushing against his surface thoughts.

"Are you hungry? The kitchen is this way. Let me show you."

"I know, it's terribly dull." But his mind says otherwise, the terror of being chased by werewolves who would eat him, the Dark Mark blazing in the sky. "I'd avoid politics all together if I had the choice."

He is hungry, but he doesn't want to impose. "Just a cuppa would do me, thank you."

Impose would hardly be the word. The fridge was kept well-stocked at all times, before this event, and the stores of food in the mansion were far greater than he and Scott had use for.

Charles' turned to head to the kitchen, eyes wide in surprise at the thoughts and memories floating about in Remus' head. They were filled with terror and fear and he missed his step, stopping in front of Remus half-way to the kitchen before forcing himself to keep going. They were the images of nightmare thoughts in waking memories.

"I'll- I'll put the kettle on."

He hand to balance on the balls of his feet to reach the kettle. moving it forward from the back and turning the stove on.

"We have plenty of food, really. It's no trouble."

Remus frowned, hand reaching to catch Charles' elbow and not let him fall. "Careful there, don't want to trip."

He rubs a hand over his stubble as he watches Charles. "You okay doing that? I don't want you hurting yourself."

"I can manage." He smiled charmingly, his best innocent smile. Until he glanced up at the cabinets holding the cups, at least. He usually had to get a chair to reach those. They were up on the top shelf.

"The cups are up there."

After a pause, his brows furrowed and his teeth worrying his lower lip, Charles' lightly put a hand to Remus' arm.

"Is your work very dangerous?"

Remus reached up for the cups, setting down a couple of them on the bench.

"Mm? Well, it depends what I'm doing. Being a teacher wasn't very dangerous, or a bar tender. Sometimes people don't want to be asked about their... politics, though."

To put it mildly, which was the worst he was saying to a child.

It certainly looked dangerous.

"You were a teacher? I think I might like to be a teacher some day. Or a scientist. I really like biology." He trailed off, lightly pushing back at Remus' mind. His first brush should have frightened him off, but Charles was curious, and he had never yet learned that some things are better left unseen.

Especially not when there were so many strange mysteries. Like what was that image in the sky, and how did it get there?

"I was, but only for a year. I was a substitute." His nose leads him straight towards the tea, getting the jar down and setting it with the cups.

"What part of biology do you like?"

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