"But what would you be doing there?...Curtis, Curtis, you can't be here. Unless you're... you're a... but you can't be! And you can't be here, you... can't."

Curtis laughed, not at her but just at the situation itself. He knew it would eventually come around and though he hadnt expected her to deny its truth, he knew she would be frazzled by it. I can be, and I am, he began, smiling softly in that older relative sort of way that usually managed to make one feel better (at least for him). I am in fact, a wizard. Youre not alone anymore. He added the last bit just as a way to soften the situation.

The two were almost as different as night and day, that is, aside from their last name. She was painfully English and he was completely Australian (though, living in Britain for so long had taken its toll on that aspect of his identity), she was quite proper and he was a slob, but now they had something to unite them and he wasnt about to make up some fabricated lie as to why he would be in a Wizarding Community when he was supposed to be a muggle.

"I... I was just... doing the same,"

He reached a hand up and pressed his thumb to her chin, something he had done since she was little (the few times they had shared any time together). Quite a shady place to be getting a drink dont you think? he asked in a much more stern voice. I doubt your parents would approve of you being hereand as a matter of fact, I dont approve either. Like his approval would matter to the witch. He was hardly an authority figure in her life but maybe because he was an Auror she might care.