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Who: Gellert Grindelwald & Denzel Crocker
Where: Dissimulo
When: Feb 4th
Rating: PGish, maybe
Summary: Crocker needs assistance and Gellert needs distractions
The Log:

It had been a strange week or so.

Not that anything had been that normal since he'd arrived at Dissimulo but the oddness seemed to be increasing - at least in what he was used to seeing.

Gellert was currently wandering down one of the streets, looking around. Creatures had seemed to be scarcer lately which was at once a blessing but they had also broken the boredom. It had been difficult for him to idly entertain himself without his magic.

A distraction could make things interesting.

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"Of course magic is real. At least you are a sensible Muggle." If his tone sounds condescending, he doesn't notice.

"Muggle?"

"A non-magical person - not a wizard or witch."

"That makes sense." Nibbles at the food, pause, "Muggles don't believe about magic where you're from either?"

"No, they don't. But our Ministry do not give them a choice."

"What do you mean?" Denzel eyes Gellert curiously.

"There is a law called the Statute of Secrecy. They force witches and wizards and magical creatures into hiding and any muggles who discover our world have their memories erased."

"The HECK?!.. Why?" Denzel stares vastly confused.

"Because the Minisry is full of frightened old men living in the past and they've spread this fear to the entire wizarding population."

"Well... From where I come in the year two thousand five, if you where to perform your powers publicy in the streets... People would fear and panic and try to burn you.... That's human nature for what they don't understand."

"That is fear of the unknown. But if they knew we were here then what could they do to us? We would be able to take them all down in an instant."

"Well - YES! They don't believe that you're real." Before simply stating, "Nothing."

"I don't like to have to hide myself away because of what I am."

"I don't blame you." Before sipping the water, "I was trying to expose magic to my world before I landed here... [Sighing he felt like such a failure]

"You know about witches and wizards in your world?"

"I'm positive they exist... Considering, I've seen genies and - FAIRIES!" [Slighty spazzing and tossing the glass and plate to the floor, thankfully it wasn't a long fall. With what appears to be back trouble, Crocker leans over and picks up the glass, plate and other half of the sandwich]

"I was finished anyways."

[Gellert raises his eyebrows.]

You are very peculiar....

"There's that and one of my ancestors was a witch himself... I mean wizard." Pause, "Story of my life."

"Oh? Do tell me more about him."

"Well, his name was Alden Bitteroot. He was a supposedly famous witch hunter, as he blamed others for being a witch for any oddy he could. Apparently, his plan was to take over the unnamed town that was going to be called Dimmsdale. Expect that a green hatted stranger and Dale Dimm exposed Bitteroot for the fraud he was and trapped him to the bottom of a well. Where he remains to this very day...." Pause, "His broom got separated from him." Pause, "It was also the same day that stranger, come to think of it. Invented the sandwich..."

"So he is still alive?"

"Some people think they can still 'hear the history' if you listen closely. I have reason to believe he still is."

"So you have wizarding blood in you," Gellert was looking at Denzel with more interest now.

He thinks about that for a moment, as if that hadn't crossed his mind, "....I suppose... That was an awful long time ago."

"How long?"