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Professor Misha Haden didn't know what he was doing at this silly party. He'd been invited because he was an old friend, and while Misha had appreciated the invite, the idea that he had to spend several hours in this house wasn't appealing to him. However he had still for some reason come. This was the birthday party of his best friend's daughter. A little two year old girl, who looked exactly like his dad. But Misha had no interest in children, and he had no interest in celebrating the mistake of a friend. But, As much as Misha hadn't wanted to go, the guy was his friend, and Misha had been there every step of the way. For him to not be there at the birthday was silly. It was just a necessity of the best friend. But, now he was surrounded with young children and parents asking which was his. Despite the fact he was only twenty-three and had no plans for kids in the near future. He would much rather be back at Hogwarts, back to office and the kids there. It was stupid. This had been a silly idea. More so, when his friend had announced that there would a magician. His friend was not a wizard. They went far back, back when Misha had lived in Texas. They had kept in contact when he'd moved. He saw him often, and the guy had moved to New Zealand around the same time that Misha had begun training to be a professor. Which meant it had been a long time. But the guy was not of magical blood, nor was his girlfriend and mother of their child. Which Misha had thought a mistake. He'd always tried to set his friend up with one of his magical friends. So that they could share in this world together. But his friend had turned him down at every turn, and here he was, a child's birthday about to watch a magic show in which he knew it was going to be so very fake. But, he had no choice. He couldn't say no. It wasn't his birthday after all, it his best friend's kid. Misha stood up the back, where the rest of the adults stood, he was leaning against the door frame, looking towards the front. This would be funny for him. Knowing that there was a such a thing as real magic made him feel superior.
Standing up the back, he watched the magician enter. A young woman, around the same age as him, set herself up and began amazing the kids with basic magic. That to him, was very obviously fake. It was stupidly fake he couldn't understand why no one else saw it. Misha couldn't help but glance over at the other adults, who seemed at times equally amazed by what she was doing. Silly Muggles were the only words he could think for them. They didn't know the half of it. he wished deeply that he could just stand in front of them, and preform some real magic, but of course he couldn't because that wasn't allowed. He couldn't just preform magic in front of a bunch of muggles, he didn't want to lose his job. He hadn't done much in his job, but it was still early days and he really didn't want to lose it. Nor did he want to be the guy who was always trying to be better than the rest. Happily the young professor clapped with the rest as she finished and as the kids began to run in all directions, parents in tow, Misha walked up to the woman who was still packing up her belongings. He wasn't sure what he had in mind, but he just wanted to have a conversation with her. He wanted to talk to her, see how much she liked magic, if she thought it was real. He was sure that some of these fake muggle magicians were under the impression that magic was real. Of course, it was. But they were silly to think such a thing as a muggle. He also knew that they'd be deemed insane if they did. So, he had nothing to lose. He lived in a magical town, worked in a magical school, he knew it was real. "Hey" He said, to alert to the woman that he was next to her. He was wearing a casual outfit, a simple pair of dark jeans, a dark red t-shirt, his hair messily styled across his forehead. "So, you do magic for kids? Much fun?" He asked, he had a very light accent, that was difficult to place. The easiest way to put it, was just that it wasn't from New Zealand. "Do you believe in magic?" He asked simply with a small friendly smile.
Standing up the back, he watched the magician enter. A young woman, around the same age as him, set herself up and began amazing the kids with basic magic. That to him, was very obviously fake. It was stupidly fake he couldn't understand why no one else saw it. Misha couldn't help but glance over at the other adults, who seemed at times equally amazed by what she was doing. Silly Muggles were the only words he could think for them. They didn't know the half of it. he wished deeply that he could just stand in front of them, and preform some real magic, but of course he couldn't because that wasn't allowed. He couldn't just preform magic in front of a bunch of muggles, he didn't want to lose his job. He hadn't done much in his job, but it was still early days and he really didn't want to lose it. Nor did he want to be the guy who was always trying to be better than the rest. Happily the young professor clapped with the rest as she finished and as the kids began to run in all directions, parents in tow, Misha walked up to the woman who was still packing up her belongings. He wasn't sure what he had in mind, but he just wanted to have a conversation with her. He wanted to talk to her, see how much she liked magic, if she thought it was real. He was sure that some of these fake muggle magicians were under the impression that magic was real. Of course, it was. But they were silly to think such a thing as a muggle. He also knew that they'd be deemed insane if they did. So, he had nothing to lose. He lived in a magical town, worked in a magical school, he knew it was real. "Hey" He said, to alert to the woman that he was next to her. He was wearing a casual outfit, a simple pair of dark jeans, a dark red t-shirt, his hair messily styled across his forehead. "So, you do magic for kids? Much fun?" He asked, he had a very light accent, that was difficult to place. The easiest way to put it, was just that it wasn't from New Zealand. "Do you believe in magic?" He asked simply with a small friendly smile.