Raphael is very eloquent and accepting of the living pictures. Will he also be with the headmaster?
The rooms were significantly less stuffy than the book or the movies made him believe. It was a fairly functional room. A normal office, even if it had a quill on the desk. A quick look around offered a folded up laptop, too.
Alright, then.
It still had a little fireplace. And two armchairs in front of it. Much better than the free standing bookshelves from the games. ‘Severin Prince’ gestured for Raphael to sit in one of the armchairs – definitely better than the shame chair in front of the desk – and lit the fireplace with a quick flick of his wand.
Which… seemed wrong. But why not. ‘wand magic’. Sure.
He sat down with a sigh and started again: “So. An abrupt arrival is rather unusual on these premises. Please, enlighten me.”
Admittedly, he had been rude, looking about and not actually answering anything. After clearing his throat, he finally answered: “I… apologize for the belated answer. Thank you for the warm welcome to… Sowguards, head master Prince.”
The man in front of him was… an unknown. So… being careful might be a good idea.
“My name is Azarias Israfil,” which was not a lie, technically, “And I’ve arrived with a somewhat special kind of teleportation. It’s not supposed to work here, am I informed right?”
Mr. Princes eyebrow had twitched when he had mentioned his name. Well. It was an angel’s name, which… might be a bad pseudonym. “With very few exceptions… teleportation does not work here, indeed. You are… a wizard then, Mr. Israfil?”
“Ah, I can work magic, indeed.” Raphael nodded. “It seems I arrived wandless through the teleportation, though.” No demonstration needed.
“Mh,” the head master looked at him, level headed and apparently considering. Then said: “Well. You did not actually tell me what or who brought you here. Or, if easier, what you are planning to do here.”
Unfortunately, that was a fair way of inquiry: “It unfortunately was a bit of an accident. And the only thing I actually plan to do is getting home again. Which… is best done outside of the premises.” At least he thought so.
“… alright, then. It might not be any of my business. Where did you study magic, if you don’t mind me asking? Sowguards is very well connected all over the globe. I might be able to help getting you back where you came from.” Which was… respectful… and still very much inconvenient. Well.
“It’s… more of an instinctual thing for me, unfortunately I had no formal education. Could slam doors shut from the other side of the room and it only got better from there, so… didn’t quite get the letter-treatment, was not all too necessary either,” he smiled a bit lopsidedly. Trying his best to look harmless and sensible.
“… which might explain the unusual teleportation, mh? Different education? Instinctual magic?” And wasn’t the raised eyebrow a familiar expression. Too bad it was entirely justified this time around.
Raphael scrunched up his nose. This… was not exactly right at all. And a weird way to give him an out. “I mean… not exactly? This teleportation wasn’t something I particularly wanted or initiated, so that’s a bit… no?”
“Alright. But you can do… wandless magic, correct?” The headmaster leaned forward and poured two cups of steaming tea, handed one over to his guest.
“Well… yes. But apparently, so can you.” Cause that tea had not been steaming a second ago. He blew over the surface of the cup.
“Oh, certainly. Have you just seen the movies and are worried now?” the head master leaned back against the armchair, comfortable with the cup in both hands. The liquid smelled of strong herbs.
“… and played the video games,” he shrugged, with one shoulder.
“Ah. Instructive little things, aren’t they? But no matter. Yes, I can practice wandless magic. And I know where those abilities come from. The question is… do you? And… is that actually your name?”
That… was an awkward question.