[ the young girl touches her pendant. romani knows that gesture mash and the way her hand would run over her clip or her beret, fujimaru and the way they would flick on their smartphone. many of the servants have their own little baubles and trinkets that reminded them of another time or another life. romani's own fingers curl, before he remembers with a sudden jolt that his ring is gone. the way he shifts his hand behind his back is entirely guilty.

teacher, friends and familiar. you could make a family with a little unit like that. romani brightens. ]

Not far from London, huh. I went to school there. [ sort of. kind of. it wasn't like romani needed to relearn magecraft when he had been the source of it for a hundred years, and there wasn't anything in the modern would that they could have really taught him, not really - but it was important for 'romani' to be taught, to go through the motions. it had been terrible and brilliant all at once, the process of 'learning' the way a human might. romani thinks back on it with some fondness as he considers this. ] Right. I also had to practice living on my own there, huh. I guess at least none of us are living on our own here, not really - but I think homesickness has to do with the people who aren't here, who made up that home.

What sort of familiar was your Ruth? Sorry, you don't have to answer all these questions - but I'm just a little curious. Are you a magus?