Cemetaries where creepy. I mean, how could someone not find them so. it was a giant plot of land filled with dead corpseseach with a monument proclaming that the person was dead. One really had to wonder if the dead would really want them? I mean did  'John Q. Deadguy' really want a giant egyption obilesk with his name  on it? maybe, provided he wanted a metaphorical penis with wich to fuck the sky. But really, James didnt think so.

What was he doing here in the Cemetery, if he thought they where so creepy you ask? well, just as the other young lady was doing he was gathering ingredients. for something different though, While James could do magic. he really did not need ingredients for his spells.  he used them in an ancient wizarding art known as Alchemy. Potion making. It was sort of like laying a spell in a liquid and saving it for later. pretty handy things to have around at times.

While the young lady was gathering insects and the like. Wizard Cooper was taking stops to scrape grave moss from the tomb stones, and plucking a few pettles from wilted flowers. on one particularly fresh grave he  gathered a bit of dirt fro the grave. all of his findings went into  a tacklebox that he was lugging about with him. it was realy quite full. which probably made it evident this wasnt his first ingredient gathering stop in the day.

He was dressed for the february weather. with a long coat on. it was a wool peacoat that hung unbuttoned. underneath that was a simple close fitting long sleeved shirt. his pants where simple slacks but while normally someone might wear dress shoes with slacks he only wore a pair of chuck taylors. and while it looked absolutely preposterous he was damnd comfortable so. anyone who commented on them could suck it.

That the sun was fading, and nigth was starting to take grasp fo the cemetery James pulled a sleeve up and revealed his wrist watch. a measure of his will pshed into the focus and the watch face began to glow with a  green light.   bright enough that it lit the area around him well enough he coudl avoid kicking or walking upon anyones gravestone. though if anyone where looking he'd probably be about as visable as a lighthouse.

"Now then, as I simply refuse to chip marble off of someones gravestone... and some that has fallen off naturally continues to elude me, I suppose I'm don here..." he said to himself. as eyes wandered about the area, the girl would see his eyes fall in her direction. and James bathed int he green glow of his wrist watch gave a nod and smiled just a bit " Oh Hello!" and he would take a few steps towards the young woman marching right at her before stopping and looking down at a bit of stone. it was polished and shaped. and it was just sitting on the ground, apparently just for him. the tackle box was popped open and the small bit of stone was plopped right into its own little compartment before it was closed adn latched again. blue eyes scanned the scenery again.

This time though when eyes caught sight of another person he froze watching the person for a moment before the light at his wrist died out completely. slowly he rose , standing strait before he spoke again. " Good Evening, it um, is certainly a most pleasant night for February isn't it?" he reached out, getting a grasp on his power pulling it to the ready should he need to defend himself. he went on after a second and spoke again. "I'm not looking for trouble here... Just out and about here this evening. how about you there?"

James was no slouch, and while she may have relaxed her posture, James still kept a tight hand upon his will, ready to call down all sorts of heck if he was given reason to. of course she seemed like she wasn't ready to call down lightning with which to strike him down. but one could never be too careful when you've had your life threatened by random acts of chaos often enough to try and solve the mathematical equation for chaos.

"The closest thing this cemetery has to hooligans are a group of teenagers listening to Led Zeppelin and smoking copious amounts of Marijuana... truth me told I'm not entirely certain they're a danger to the lightning flies they're chasing, let alone endangering the sanctity of the grave." he said that with a bit of a smile. his eyes leaving the young lady to move down to his tackle box. before going back up to her, James did not make eye contact. with anyone, Wizards are taught to avoid it. for fear of what a soul gaze could bring to both parties involved.

"I'm merely gathering various ingredients crucial to some potential work I might be doing. potential work always puts one in a good mood 'ey?" he said with a nod. James never outright lied to anyone. lies where too complicated to keep up to people. and James was terrible at it. but he was good at telling half truths and keeping things sounding just this side of vanilla normal. and while that was technically true. it wasn't he whole truth. she did not at all need to know that he was a Wizard replenishing his alchemy supplies.

"oh, of course. pardon me." he carefully reached into his pocket, and slowly pulled from it a small metallic business card holder. opened it and offered forth a single card from within.

" there you are, James Cooper... at your service." the business card said 'A real Page Turner'
proprietor:James Cooper' along with the business phone number and the address f the b business himself.

he had no shields up as of yet, he would channel his up through his wrist watch and push a physical barrier into existence. if she wished to feel for his power though she would feel it. and a great deal of it as he was currently solidifying his power around him, just in case she attacked , he would need to defend himself.

James rose both brows in surprise at her words. a look of complete confusion for a moment before he spoke.

"You're a member of the Council?" he was polite but sounded a little confused but went on." I didn't know that there where any other Wizards here in the city." and then he smiled again. releasing his power. and his aura while still different was much more civil and quiet now that he wasn't channeling his power up.

"It's an absolute pleasure to meet you... are you here to get out of the political drama back in Edinburgh?"asked with a bit of a smile. It was part of the reason that James was here. Edinburgh was the where the White Council was and the Merlin was getting close to his end, and that meant a lot of in fighting and politics. James really didn't have a taste for that , which brought him here.

"oh, oh... well... um, well." he seemed a bit flustered now, that he'd jumped the gun on that one after a second though he gave a nod, more to himself. "Well, We really do not delve into the black, that's a myth. Black magic sort of like a drug addiction, it corrupts the soul... so we're taught to stray from that. We're taught to wield all primal forces of life, in order to protect it, against those that turn to the black."

they're also taught to share knowledge with those who didn't have it. in a limited sense. people who didnt know about them didnt get to learn about them. but this young lady apparently knew her stuff so hew as encouraged to right some wrongs there. the way he refered tot he black was in the same vein that someone would refer to heroin, as if it was a nasty nasty substance that should be avoided at all costs." Well, Merlin was real, he is responsible establishing the council... as a mark of respect and thanks for the order he offered us in way of the White Council, the current leader of the council is given the title Merlin."

he gave another nod and spoke again. "I've not had much interaction with Witches, they're not terribly common back home. The council tends to recruit most that show a gift for the art...IT remains an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance."