Private Conversations

[dominioned]

The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.

A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.

"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"

We're in a museum now, Harry.

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[dominioned]

[ Okay mood, but this matters the most to him personally. ]

Only the third, fourth, and fifth. [ Might as well clarify it anyway. ]

Something similar to what I'm doing right now.

[bawcock]

Those sounds more right than the other ones. Not that I pegged you for the greedy type.

[ But he can kinda see it too. Anyway, anyway. Thinking that over. ] Gathering information?

[dominioned]

In my youth, I was. [ As if to emphasize that point, he takes a hearty sip. Hmn, taste still the same. ]

Yes, that was part of it.

[bawcock]

So even you were a little brat once. Heh, it's kind of fun to picture. [ He smiles for a few seconds before remembering something and glancing away. Now's... not really the time.

A few seconds pass while he's distracted and then he downs the rest of the glass. ]

Sorry, where were we again?

[dominioned]

...not at all like you're imagining. [ He seems amused by it, actually. But- ]

You were saying that you needed help sleeping, thus we are having tea of a sort.

[bawcock]

Come on, I've only had one drink! I at least remember that part. And the Lady's creepy plan for world domination.

[ Which isn't confirmed but whatever. He sets the empty glass aside for now. ] Anyway, what were you like?

[dominioned]

[ He mulls the question over while he finishes his drink. ]

I've never exactly been little, though I was young once. And it's just as I said—I was much less refined and many shades more avaricious than I am now. Unfettered, if you will.