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[There's a pile of books beside the beanbag this wolf is sitting in, a collection that seems to dip into some fairly advanced magic. Remus frowns as he flips through the pages. He's decided that he really ought to take advantage of his time here, and this little studying session promises to be the first of many. He seems preoccupied, though, and occasionally stares off into the corner of the room instead of at the pages before him, thinking about all he has to look forward to when he heads back to the cottage.]

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You can do that? Do those books instruct you on them?

Yes and no. Similar books, which I studied in school.

In school. [He hums a little, thoughtfully] So, a community, a town, or a nation of magic users? That must be spectacular.

We exist in communities throughout the world, though in hiding...

Sorry, I didn't catch your name.

[For a moment, he pauses- hasn't he seen this boy before? Then again, this is, after all, the Room. He inclines his head briefly.]

I am Loki of Asgard.

So it is you. I apologize - I've just met the.. I believe fourth version of my friend's cousin, each with a different face, and I've seen at least two or three who look similar to yourself.

That's curious. A cousin with four faces- are you sure they've simply not mastered sorcery enough to fool you? [But he's just joking. The thought of people with his face interest him.]

Indeed? But what, or who are they?

And I believe I gave a different name to you the last we met... Or have I been foolish in not remembering the different names that the old Midgardians recorded from us?

Other versions of you, or others with your face. Both are possibilities.

I researched you. I hope that doesn't offend you.

You are free to do so. What is there recorded about me?

I didn't need to search too far. The name 'Loki' came up, and I knew the rest.

Sate my curiousity- what do you know?

You're a god, what some would call a "trickster," a "god of lies." A shapeshifter. You have experienced prejudice from the other gods of Asgard. You quarrel with them often, including, especially, Thor. [Pauses there, considering whether he should mention the whole venom thing.]

[It takes him a while, but when he speaks, his voice is amused, if a little bewildered that there was so much written of them, when they came to Midgard so many centuries ago.]

Prejudice? You don't think I deserved it? I did cause them embarrassment, through stealth and tricks.

... I've decided, especially in this place, to try not to judge others without hearing from them personally.

So says a wolf to a snake. I remember hearing that your condition meets prejudice enough.

Oh... [Wry chuckle.]

I have quite a share of that, true enough. I am... an impoverished, unemployable, Mudblood... [For Merlin's sake, like a god would care, just say it and try to get used to it.] homosexual werewolf. You can imagine where I stand in the social hierarchy.

Only when you describe those traits to be undesirable. I have no knowledge of your society, after all.

What does being a Mudblood mean?

My mother had no magic. She was a "Muggle," as those in my world say; I inherited my magic only from my father. There are many in my world who consider me to be "dirtied" by this fact. My blood is, to them, impure.

Is the magic you inherit indeed affected by such a union? [It's not his intent to offend, he merely wants to know]

No. There is no indication that ability is affected by birth.

I've yet to see the kind of magic you do. [He gestures, to Remus, and cocks his head.]

Is that a request?

You may take it as one.

Well. Merlin, I don't know what you expect to see.

[Let's give him a little tour? Remus Apparates several times, popping and out in different locations around Loki, setting off fireworks, creating blinding flashes of light, and then shooting chains that twine around Loki like constricting snakes and then levitate him up into the air.]

[The first loud crack of the Apparitions startle Loki, but as his eyes trace Remus across the room, they get less jarring. He smiles at the display, beginning to get a feel for the kind of magic that mortals use- similar, in a way, yet so different, and almost chuckles when the chains take him into the air.]

Impressive. But not quite the extent of it, I think?