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Harrow is having a slow-motion argument with the Bar over breakfast. She wants water and a little bread, and the Bar does not agree that this is a breakfast.

She has rejected an omelet, a breakfast sandwich, and biscuits and gravy. The Bar is trying a bowl of porridge on her and she's considering it. (She hasn't noticed it has raisins in it yet.)

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"No," she says. "Reanimation among us is simply about control. You can make constructs very simple--only following direct orders--or automated with more complex theorems. The spirit is not involved, so it doesn't matter how recently it departed."

"True Resurrection is the province of the Emperor alone."

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"That makes sense."

Does it, though?

"When you have a, um, construct following orders, what do they do? Guard treasures? Fight? Where I'm from, reanimated forms usually just make people scared and panic."

Harrow shrugs. "They do anything something human-shaped but not very smart can do, but they can do it in conditions that would kill a human. On the Ninth we mostly use them to farm snow-leeks in the tundra."

"They do have their applications in combat, but it's much harder to raise them on foreign planets. Our home system is... undead," she says, avoid the word thanergenic. "It makes things much easier."

"How long have you been studying magic?"

That's a great question.

"I- um. We don't have a lot of formal schools? My college is a magical one, but even it has, you know, regular subjects. Like Communications and Business Administration."

Because someone's gotta run the magic stores and work in the social media department at Wolfram and Hart.

"So my twin brother and I, we grew up knowing we were different? We found some books here and there and did spells to make things happen. We had a coven in high school. But no one really, like, studied anything. Oh, and we lived on a Hellmouth."

"I see," she says. And indeed, she does.

"What is a Hellmouth?"

"It's a portal to hell. It makes for a lot of vampires, demons, world ending rituals, Slayers. Oh and for graduation three years before mine, the Mayor turned into a giant snake and ate some of the senior class."

She blinks.

"That seems... undesirable. Why is it left open?"

"I don't think they can be closed? Unless the city on top of it is, like, totally swallowed up. That's what happened to Sunnydale. So there's no more hellmouth, but no more Sunnydale, either."

"I see," she says.

Well, what can she say? Sucks to live on your planet?

"That.... seems to be for the best?"

"I grew up in the shadow of a Tomb that holds an apocalyptic enemy of God," she offers.

"Oh," she says, brightening. "You get it, then! Most people have absolutely no clue when I try to explain it."

"The Ninth was built to guard the Tomb," she says. "It sounds like your Hellmouth had... gotten out of hand?"

"Oh for sure, but the whole 'ancient lurking dread' right where you live is similar."

Harrow nods.

"I hope your new home is less fraught?"

"Yes. It rains a lot, but it's really, really nice to not have to worry about vampires every time you go somewhere at night. Or demon apocalypses every few months."

She pauses.

"I mean, they still happen? Just not like right next door."

She shakes her head. "It's strange--vampires do not exist in my world. It is a name we are called by the people of foreign planets sometimes, but they are a myth."

"It's funny you say that, because in mine, vampires are also a myth. Except for how they're totally real and they kill people all the time. But the authorities say the deaths are caused by wild animal attacks or accidental barbecue fork stabbings. Then when you know, when you really know, you feel like you're crazy for believing in these 'myths' that are actually really real."

The Buffyverse does suck, doesn't it?

Harrow blinks. "Why the secrecy?"

"I have no idea. I think maybe people don't want to believe things sometimes?"

She shakes her head.

"No wonder you were not able to begin studying magic until late in life."

"It is kind of effed up, when you think about it. So, like, here, there are people who've known everything about everything and gone to school for magic forever, and I feel pretty dumb compared to them. Because I'm just starting, you know?"

But she can read a Tarot spread like no one's business.

"I am not sure I understand entirely what is meant by school," Harrow confesses.

"But yes--I took my first steps in necromancy at the same time as my first steps. It is... easier, in some ways, I must imagine. You are already learning how to control one skeleton with your mind. Not so difficult to add another."

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"You're really not missing out on anything. School is where you go as a kid to learn things with all the other kids, and get picked on for being weird or saying the wrong things or wearing the wrong clothes or liking the wrong people. If you were homeschooled, that's way better."

"There was only one other child on the Ninth," she says. "So it was hardly an issue."

Also, Harrow was the one doing the bullying. To be fair, she regrets it.

"Oh, were you lonely? I didn't have lots of friends, but my brother was always around, so it was kind of like just the two of us growing up. I have friends now, though. College is way better than school ever was."

She hesitates. "I was very busy," she says.

"From the time I was ten I had inherited much of the responsibility of leading our House. I was rarely alone."