Regulus turned and regarded Five, deep in consideration. Not just about how to explain the magic, but if he should.
Back home, explaining to Five what he could do would be crossing some legal lines. Not that he hadn't already done plenty of that in the last year and a half. It might be nonsensical for him to pause over breaking the laws against magical secrecy when he'd already committed murder but this was his morality in flux. He'd rebelled against Lord Voldemort, but where had he landed after leaping into that mutinous void? Where was the new line in the sand he would not cross?
But there was no Ministry of Magic here to be the bulwark of his burgeoning principles.
And it was in that moment he decided to fuck with the laws prohibiting the revelation of magic to non-wizards. At least here, he'd be open about his magical skills. When it suited or benefited him.
"The real shape of thoughts. Whole memories, as they were actually experienced and the way the mind changes them to make them more comfortable for us to remember. Intentions, desires. Lies and truths," he said. "The mind isn't a book, and we don't think in words on a page. Minds are richer and more complex than that. It takes skill to discern passing fancy from actual experienced events or purposeful fabrications meant to obscure the truth. That's what I can do."
A pause, he'd had an inkling of what Five wanted. "Do you have a particular forest person's thoughts you're dying to know?"
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Back home, explaining to Five what he could do would be crossing some legal lines. Not that he hadn't already done plenty of that in the last year and a half. It might be nonsensical for him to pause over breaking the laws against magical secrecy when he'd already committed murder but this was his morality in flux. He'd rebelled against Lord Voldemort, but where had he landed after leaping into that mutinous void? Where was the new line in the sand he would not cross?
But there was no Ministry of Magic here to be the bulwark of his burgeoning principles.
And it was in that moment he decided to fuck with the laws prohibiting the revelation of magic to non-wizards. At least here, he'd be open about his magical skills. When it suited or benefited him.
"The real shape of thoughts. Whole memories, as they were actually experienced and the way the mind changes them to make them more comfortable for us to remember. Intentions, desires. Lies and truths," he said. "The mind isn't a book, and we don't think in words on a page. Minds are richer and more complex than that. It takes skill to discern passing fancy from actual experienced events or purposeful fabrications meant to obscure the truth. That's what I can do."
A pause, he'd had an inkling of what Five wanted. "Do you have a particular forest person's thoughts you're dying to know?"