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[He can't imagine how muddled a very active mind that's been acquiring new knowledge and experience for so long must seem to a psychic, but he suspects it must come across as rather noisy. At best. Still, he's curious.]

Why don't you tell me, then?

(ooc: are we setting this in the 20s when the movie takes place, or in the modern era? James was alive and kicking in both times, just younger and more optimistic in the 20s)

[Minds, regardless of how smart, dumb, old, or young someone is, function all the same to her. The memories are layers to be peeled back and gazed upon at her leisure, whether he wants her to or not, she can navigate them. Though, depending on the memories she pulls upon, he can likely feel her in her mind. But how the day went is always at the surface and she needs to dive deeper if necessary.]

What do you wanna know, honey?

((ooc: We can have this set in the 1920s if you want or whatever, I can work with anything)

[He smiles faintly, studying her thoughtfully.]

Would you mind if we start simple? Just to be certain you're authentic before I go putting too much stock in anything else you say?

Can you tell me the name of the woman I most admire?

[And, since Helen is always at the forefront of his thoughts, it should, indeed, be an easy one.]

(ooc: the 20s work :) especially since, her being a wizard and therefore very long-lived, that won't preclude them hanging out in any other decades at some point if you ever want to do future threads)

Of course we can honey, although it's not very usual people tend to ask me stuff like that. But that Helen lady must be quite the gal to leave such an impression on you.

[He chuckles and nods.]

Fair enough. I'll take that to mean you are, in fact, the real thing. And you're right. Helen Magnus is like no other woman.

James Watson, by the way. It's a pleasure.

[He offers his hand to shake.]

Queen Goldstein, pleasure to meet you Dr. Watson.

[She shakes his hand and yes, she realizes belatedly he didn't mention the doctor part.]

Oh... sorry about that. I mean I can and I can't control it. I try not to pry too much.

[He chuckles and shakes his head.]

It's quite all right, lass. I have very little to hide.

[Blatant lies, that. He's trying very hard to hide a previous physical and romantic relationship that obviously caused a lot of people a lot of pain. But it really is the only memory he's making any kind of concerted effort to hide.]

So you're from England too, huh? Newt's from there, he's a writer and magizoologist. Where in England ya from?

Wales, originally, although I spent much of my childhood away at school, and most of my adult life was divided between London and Oxford. Wales is only for special occasions these days. I visit the estate on holidays and such...