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Three twelve-year-olds are gathered in a bathroom, copying a diagram from a book onto the floor in chalk.
"Do you know what all this writing means?" asks the green-eyed boy.
"No," says the bushy-haired girl, "and that worries me too, but we need to find out who the Heir of Slytherin is and this ritual is the best we've got."
Eventually, one or another of them draws the last bit of the outer circle.
"Demons can be summoned. I didn't know there was something unusual about this summon till after I got here."
"I didn't know muggles knew how to summon demons. They do keep coming up with new things, don't they."
"It's very irresponsible of the author, may warrant looking into once the immediate mess is handled."
"Yes. The author may or may not have known what they were doing. I haven't heard of any spells summoning people from other realities before."
"Yes. Magic often has strange results when things go wrong, but rarely this dramatic and this stable at the same time."
"Worth finding a volunteer to check but in case something weird is going on I do want to look for a volunteer first."
"You can contact others of your kind from here? Have you told any of them about magic?"
"I can write them letters and they can make the letters when they check their mail. I haven't done this yet because the basilisk and also your fellow faculty member's unpleasant habits seemed like the priority."
"Witches and wizards have concealed our existence from all others for centuries, for our own safety. It would be unwise to disrupt that situation, even or perhaps especially with beings from another reality."
"When the Statute was ratified, they outnumbered us three thousand to one. Now they have weapons that kill thousands in a moment, and outnumber us five thousand to one. Conflict between our peoples would be a catastrophe for everyone."
"And here we are." She stops in front of a portrait of a large pink-clad woman, glances at Lockhart, and whispers something inaudible; the painting frame swings out to reveal a hole wide enough to climb through. Cam might need to pull his wings in all the way.
Inside are some people doing their homework, two boys playing cards, and the redheaded girl writing in a little black book in one corner. The boys look up at the two professors in surprise, and their deck of cards disintegrates violently.
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