Date: 2019-01-30 10:52 am (UTC)
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"Nineteen twenty-seven."

Yeah, that war.

Date: 2019-01-30 11:01 am (UTC)
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Credence carefully clears a space so he can sit down close by. Coldwater helps himself to his lap.

"It doesn't have to be like that again. It won't be like that. We won't let it happen that way."

Date: 2019-01-30 11:33 am (UTC)
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"He was trying to find the Obscurial. He said he'd had a vision - that there was someone very close to my mother and I who was very powerful."

He scritches behind his cat's ear, gets a pleased meow.

"He thought he was looking for a child. He said that if I found him, or her, he would bring me into the wizarding world."

Date: 2019-01-30 11:42 am (UTC)
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He ended up practically dying because he got mad and destroyed a good chunk of Manhattan and probably killed some people in the process, but Quentin knows that, so it's semantics.

"...What do you know about what he does in the future? My future."

Date: 2019-01-30 11:51 am (UTC)
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Credence frowns.

"Did he stop the war from happening?"

He must know that much.

Date: 2019-01-30 03:38 pm (UTC)
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Credence isn't quite as easily swept along by Quentin's momentum as he used to be, but the habit is still there, and he just gathers up the shreds of fabric and holds them out.

"...Okay."

Date: 2019-01-31 09:20 am (UTC)
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Credence opens his mouth to ask what this has to do with a whole different war, but figures Quentin is getting there.

"That started the Great War?"

Date: 2019-01-31 09:51 am (UTC)
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Credence absorbs this as best he can. He was a kid when the Great War was being fought, and it barely registered with Mary Lou except as yet more evidence of humanity's wickedness.

"And...Germany lost, right?"

He knows he has practically nothing to contribute to this conversation, but he at least remembers some of the propaganda.

Date: 2019-01-31 11:24 am (UTC)
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Credence is very much going to the library to spoil his future after this conversation. The wizarding world teaches history, right? Would it have books from his future, if there's nobody here who postdates him?

(There's a faint, distorted memory of being someone who was very well read, who knew about this - )

"So you think magic would just be more powder," he says, quietly.

Date: 2019-01-31 12:43 pm (UTC)
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Credence cringes, partly at the mental image but also because:

"I...I think Grindelwald is Austrian?"

So 'the other side' might not be the one Quentin's thinking of.

Date: 2019-01-31 02:20 pm (UTC)
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Credence looks a little wide-eyed, tensing in a way that makes Coldwater mewl with concern.

"...Okay."

He wants this not to be true. He wants, desperately, not to have been that badly taken in.

Date: 2019-01-31 02:31 pm (UTC)
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"I...a little?"

Most people he knows 'a little' are not people he has good relationships with.

Date: 2019-01-31 03:24 pm (UTC)
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"...Would he want to?"

'Forthcoming' is not a trait he encounters much in the few veterans he's met.

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