"Yeah but my role in it will probably be limited to finding the smart people and throwing them all in here with all the magic we've got access to."

"Ah."

"So between then and when they sort it I could end the war between Hell and Heaven. Honestly, mostly because it'd be a cool thing to add to my eventual string of titles."

"It'd sound pretty impressive to people from Earths at least."

"And it looks like there're a lot of Earths. But - like you said, if interworld travel were widely achievable we'd expect someone to have said hello by now."

"Depends on how widely and whether some places are easier to get to."

"It's definitely worth a lot of our effort indefinitely, even if we don't seem to be getting anywhere, given the returns. But I won't personally be much use. ...interviewing angels is going well, most of them are interested or have friends who they think would be."

"That's good. The Terraboo was a lucky find."

"Terraboo?"

"For complicated etymological reasons people who are really into cultures not their own get corresponding cutesy mild slurs ending in -boo. Daeva who like Earth stuff are Terraboos."

"...okay. And humans really into daeva stuff?"

"There isn't a catchall, and I'm not sure there's consensus on the terminology either, but I have heard 'haloboo' and 'hellaboo' and either 'bugaboo' or 'sidheaboo'."

He giggles. And goes back to interviewing angels.

There are many! As many as he summons!

It's so much fun!!! Eventually he has to sleep, and goes back inside.

And when he has enough angels for the Anglican Church (or whatever better scheme is developed), he would like to find a fairy interested in destroying Azkaban.

Fairies are just as easily come by as angels! This guy has iridescent blue butterfly wings and has chosen to appear stark naked for some reason.

He is still less distracting than Cam who Timothy has never seen without pants. 

(There're spells for that but Timothy is a good person.)

"Hi, Timothy, I like your wings."

"...My name isn't Timothy."

"My name is Timothy, and it's nice to meet you."

"Oh, I see. Hi."

"Have you heard of dementors?"

"Is that the retrofuturist band?"

"Uh, no, they're these monsters -" newspaper clipping - "in my world, which is not the standard world you're used to being summoned to, apparently word about the additional world is slowly getting around on that but not everyone's heard yet?"

"I'm way behind on the news, back in Fairyland I'm actually thousands of miles from civilization!" says the fairy brightly.

"That'd do it! Okay, I'm from another planet and my planet has dementors and they feed off emotions. In their presence it is impossible to feel any happiness and if they're around you for too long you just replay the worst moment of your life, over and over."