 ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Brian looked around, somewhat bored at the presence of another Auror. Or a trainee. Whichever way, it definitely made the subject look like its only purpose was if a person was intending to go into Magical Law Enforcement, which was largely irrelevant if you were a person like Brian Woods who had absolutely zero plans of a career in anything even remotely magical. Unless you consider technology magic, which - let's be real - it kinda was. Because any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. And in many, many cases, it was much cooler than magic. Though he'd chalk that up to the sheer amount of redundant things he learned how to make happen with a wand.
So. Brian would give the most nonchalant of nonchalant answers. What defined dark magic? "Intent. If I wanted to Rictusempra you to death, professor, it would be Dark Magic, regardless of the fact that tickling is perfectly harmless normally." And on that note, he'd return his attention to his modelling clay.
Which he was shaping into the shape of a Lithium atom. With the electrons moving in the correct orbitals. Remind him again why he took this class?
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