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[He smiles at that, pleased, but then--]

Sorry, seven senses?

[Jehan stared a moment, brows raised, then paled a little, embarrassed.

Ah. He had in fact said that out loud. Not that he felt it was untrue, he just must-- seem very odd, mustn't he. Nothing new, per say, but...]

That is to say... I mean. I believe... I believe there are seven. Perception being the sixth; the ability of the mind to see and feel that which is not quite 'there', such as in instances of deja vu, or a cold spot where an old spirit may lurk, or--

[He faltered at going on, turning a little pink now instead.]

Perhaps I sound most... well. Moronic?

Not in the least!

[He rushes to assure him. Perhaps they're not senses in the traditional sense (as it were), but he quite likes the thought of that.]

No, I think that's quite a good way to look at it. Especially since it's such a documented phenomenon.

[He smiled lightly, glad for Remus' kindness on the matter.]

...Thank you.

The seventh, well; I would count that as emotion. Sometimes we may feel something literally by feeling it figuratively, in any part of us. A tingling when he love someone, a death created by pure sadness of the person. Feelings are manifest, but they work on quite a different level, and guide us almost intuitively. So... as is not unusual for myself, I have taken to affronting science, and logic, and reason-- and I say there are indeed seven.

[He tilts his head, listening, but he smiles at the end.]

Well. As an utter affront to science itself, as my mother was fond of telling my father and I, I'd be more the fool if I said you were wrong. I quite like those ideas.

[That makes him laugh, lightly, easing into comfort again.]

Parents have a way of being very galled by it, don't they? I am gald to have convinced you.

Especially when said parents don't share your talents, yes. What are-- were?-- yours like?

Ah-- were yours the non-magical type that you spoke of?

[Brows lifted a bit.]

Are and were, I'm afraid. My mother was a very gentle soul, and my memories of her; though few; are all bathed in her kindness, I fancy. My father is a bit more stern, a solider with a very neat view on how a young man's life ought to proceed. It's a very common story, I daresay. But I was raised in principle by my Uncle and Grandmother; very good people.

My father is a wizard; my mother is a non-magical sort, yes. But that's quite lovely to hear. I suppose I can't really blame stern parents, especially if it sounds as if they're coming from a place of kindness.

Was she thrilled or alarmed by your talents? Forgive me if I cut too close. [A soft smile.] I should like to be sure that it came from a place of kindness; I cannot think of many fathers who would not be exasperated by a son turning to poetry, of all things; with all seven senses, at that.

Thrilled, I hope. Although exasperated, at times; it isn't particularly easy, I imagine, when your son has magic and you don't. I remember once she wanted to take me to the doctor and I, ah, sealed the door and wouldn't come out.

[He pushes a hand through his hair, vaguely embarrassed.]

In any case. Would you mind showing me some of your poetry at some point? I didn't know you were a poet, to be frank; I'd love to hear some. Read some. Whichever.

Oh! [He chuckles, at that.] Well, I'm not sure if that's really such a magical reaction... you sound like a very typical child to me, just rather more... wieldly.

[He smiled at him, thinking that story incredibly sweet, in fact. His parents must be proud indeed.

Granted, he colours directly after.]

A-ah. Yes, a poet by study and trade, though-- though I can't promise I am really very good. Are you sure you'd want to read that?

Absolutely! I'm sure you're better than you think-- and anyway, I can't write any at all, so whatever you create is better than anything I could come up with. Please? I understand if it's-- if you don't want to, I mean it's deeply personal, but I'd love to read it if you're so inclined.

I... well. I am obliged; how could I not be, at so tender and generous a request?

[He smiled still, despite some obvious embarrassment, and nodded his ascent.]

I will try to fit it to English meter, though I am talentless at it. You are from Britain, are you not?

I am. Er. Will it ruin it entirely if it's in English? I know a bit of French . . .

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