A return to the city

The man's eye's lit up slightly showing that he knew of a place Silvyr did not. It did not surprise him in the least. He had expected the man to know of a place to go since he had said that this was his home or something of that nature. Had he of been lost, Silvyr would have known that he was a threat after all.

The man reappeared moments after entering the library and they began there walk to the study he had spoke of. He listened as the man began the routine small talk topic of the wizarding world. He was about to speak when he heard the mans name. He wasn't expecting the man to give it up so easily. It seemed uncharacteristic of the quiet well dressed man standing next to him.

Silvyr spoke knowing that he wasn't inclined to speak of many of the topics he knew about. "SIlvyr, nice to meet you. You know, same old same old. Grindelwald thinks he should own the world and so he's doing everything he can to make that happen. If you're that interested though you'll have to get out there and find out what's really happening on your own." He said.

Silvyr wasn't going to give this man anything that he was looking for. He didn't have a reason to. The man might have been strong, which hadn't been shown yet, but he hadn't shown any other strength that SIlvyr believed they were looking for. He was still curious though. He remember a few short months ago how he had been the same as this man. Watching from the outside. Wanting to help but hating both sides. He was eager to know where Whight stood on the war but they would get to that in due time.

Whight ran the man's name through every inch of his head trying to link something, anything, to him. He almost instinctively opened his journal to see whether or not the name sat within it's sheets, but he refrained himself. When the name produced no link to anything, Whight immediately felt better about giving his name. He told the man who he was to establish a bit of trust and also so he would feel a bit more obligated to wait on Whight while he returned his books. Whight knew the risk but he also knew at any second he could be anyone he possibly wanted and the man that strode beside him could potentially never see him again.

He knew the conversation was just small talk during their walk, and that's all he wanted for now. Everyone knew of Grindelwald and Whight saw the "powerful man" for just as crippled as he was. "Grindelwald will fall just as everyone before him has, it's just a matter of time. There is always someone who wants to be in even greater power than those who already have it, and those who want it more will find a way to get it. It's just a question of where you will be during the shift or what position you will fight to gain." Whight continued after a moment, "The problem with Grindelwald is that he does not have a following of Everyone, he's one man and everyone knows he's in power which makes him the direct target for everyone who isn't with him. It is very rare that everyone will follow just one man. If you ask me, he's not as brilliant as many may think. I would do things quiet differently if I was a man seeking power, but that I am not."

Whight contently stopped speaking. He knew he had said a lot more than he normally would but he did not reveal what side his allegiance leaned toward; there had to be a side chosen for that to happen in the first place anyway. He also hoped his words would show were Silvyr's mind was in the matters of so called "good and evil" when he next spoke.

He pushed his glasses to the top of his nose and side stepped some garbage that laid in his path.

SIlvyr heard the words that came from the man walking next to him. It almost brought a smile to his face if he still enjoyed luxuries yet his face remained the same. It seemed Whight held a few views of his own while sharing some of the main ones with SIlvyr. He thought to himself, "Finally."

Silvyr had been searching for wizards who were worth being sought after ever since the day Aaron had come to him in the woods.Though powerful free thinking WIzards were hard to come by. Let alone those who were willing to hear him out. Silvyr hadn't found anyone yet though his mind was steady, understanding what he would need to say in order to have a chance at recruiting this man.

Silvyr began again soon after Whight had finished speaking, "No matter what anyone does, there will always be someone trying to gain power that was never rightfully theirs to gain. It's the trouble with muggles and wizards alike sadly. But that will change someday. Hopefully sooner rather than later. There are some of us working to fix that problem day in and day out." He said with a smirk on his face. He knew the hint was blunt but he did want to waist the mans time with anymore small talkl. Though before Whight had a chance to speak once more Silvyr spoke again, "I think we should wait until we are some place private before we finish this topic."

He stared at the sky as he walked down the sidewalk. The air was still brisk and he thought of Leah sleeping infront of the fire back at their camp site. He would be returning soon. Hopefully after gaining a new ally.

Whight pocketed his right hand as their walk continued. They soon arrived to an old well kept house that Whight also knew as one of his three homes. He paused momentarily before ascending the steps as to let Silvyr get a good look at the place. "This is the place. And by the looks of it, the professor is out of town." This made things even better Whight thought.

He unlocked the door with a wave of his wand and quickly placed it back from where it came. He beckoned Silvyr to come inside. The room was a bit dim due to the absence of activity but a warm fire burned to their right. "Just this way," he waved as he made his way through the house. It was obvious that someone of wealth lived here. Old magnificent moving painting hung on the walls, ancient artifacts littered side tables, and a self playing piano was all that sat in a room of it's own.

At the wave of his wand and the voicing of unfamiliar words to anyone, the door to the study noiselessly opened. "This is it," Whight said as he entered. The room lit as the door swung open. Metallic titles on the books that lined every wall from floor to ceiling gave off a slight spark of light. The books were thick and ancient with titles of almost any topic one could think of. It was a large room and the only things that lived in the room beside the books were a pile of blank parchment atop a table surrounded by four chairs. He let Silvyr look about while he placed his coat on the back of a chair and took a seat.

"Please, make yourself at home. I can almost guarantee you will find something of interest and if you have something you would like to see in mind I should be able to quickly find it for you," he said with a smile.

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