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Chapter Five

"Dr. Strange? I know that name," he muttered.

"Not many do know of him, so it should be interesting to see how you do," she murmured.

"What's your interest in the negotiations?" Wolverine asked her.

"I'm representing the western European magical enclaves," she said. "If this supposed law goes through, the damage it would wreak would be…" She sighed heavily. "Massive."

"Tell me," Steve ordered her. "Explain it to me."

She went on to tell him what would happen if the law should go into effect worldwide and what it would mean not only for the enclaves but for individuals as well. When she was finished, she looked around the room to the different people until she stopped on Bucky. He was watching her intently.

Looking back over to Steve, she said, "We have laws, government, and schooling in place—some of these being established for well over a millennia. They may not be perfect, but the people attempting to put these rather biased laws into place are being seen as intruders in our lives and ultimately a threat." She went and sat down hard. "There's been one magical war within my lifetime. I don't want there to be another." She looked over to Steve. "What you're looking at here in United States is nothing less than a civil war. And there will be no winners. You know it as well as I do."

Steve's head lowered slightly, as he murmured, "You're right, but we can't stop fighting for what's right."

"But the last thing that either side needs is a group of pissed off magic welders more than willing to overlook things like rules of engagement or just about anything else you can name." She looked around to all of them before looking over to Steve once again. "Certainly they can be tricked or trapped. But tell me, Captain, the chances of being able to do as much with dragons, vampires, or werewolves as well?"

"Pretty fucking slim," Wolverine answered.

"You used me to get to them?" Bucky asked, interrupting into their meeting.

"No," she said, going over to him. "I've been calling everyone I can think of in the attempt to gather a meeting of both sides. I am only taking advantage of a coincidence."

"You couldn't get through to me?" Wolverine asked her.

"I was told you were off in Canada," she muttered.

The gruff man stuffed his unlit cigar into his mouth and told her, "I was blowing everyone off. Not just you."

"That makes me feel special," she said drily.

Wolverine's lips ticked up at the corner and went on to ask, "Where do you propose to have these talks? No one trusts anyone else. And Stark would set a trap surer than shit."

She nodded to this and said, "Funny you should mention it, I know the perfect place to have this meeting."

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Hermione relaxed while listening to Apocolitica on her old Sony Walkman. Pulling her jacket tighter, she wondered just how long it was going to take for everyone to get there. She did give them a specific time. And lateness in this instance would get them nowhere very quickly.

People started to arrive at five minutes till the start time they were given. She walked them over to the elevator, took them straight over to the meeting room, showing them where to sit, before going back up top to bring down the next group.

The last to arrive was none other than Tony Stark. She was silent as she walked them over to the elevator.

Once the elevator began taking them down, he said, "I never did find out who you are."

She shrugged. "It happens." Pulling her headphones off, she added, "Hog Island is an electronic dead zone, Mr. Stark. The moment you arrived to the island, you, your people, and your transportation dropped off the map." She went over to him pulling a small dot off of his jacket. "Lovely attempt though."

"I've been told I'm very trying."

"Let me assure you that they are absolutely correct," she murmured as the elevator came to a stop. "Arrogant, trying, and a hypocrite. Why you've managed to hit the trifecta. You must be so proud." She motioned him out of the elevator, quickly doing away with the tracker she had taken from him by magically frying its circuits and flicking it away. "You first. I insist."

She made her way over to the door of the meeting, following a sour faced Tony Stark into the conference room. Closing the doors behind herself, she went over to the head of the table where there were several empty seats surrounding herself. And when the very second it turned the time the meeting was to start, ten magicals popped up around her with a nearly unified crack sounding like thunder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the representatives of the world's magical enclaves as well as a few headmasters and mistresses of some of our schools located throughout the whole of the magical world," she said to people that she had invited to the meeting. "And we want to make it perfectly clear that we in no way wish to play politics. Your fight is your own and it isn't our place to interfere in anyway. But the trouble comes with the fact that we, meaning the magical enclaves, are being dragged into this fucking mess."

"All we want is to ensure the safety of humans that can't protect themselves from those who aren't trained or have a firm grasp on their powers…"

"Dr. Richards, what you want is nothing more than to establish re-education camps, which we all know work ever so well in North Korea, Russia, and parts unknown," Hermione cut him off, making him blink at her in shock. "Don't pretend otherwise." She looked to the other side, telling them, "Education is needed. Even you must admit as much. But the way they are going about it is wrong." She looked back over to Richards. "If you had it your way, it would be your way or the highway." She looked over to Tony Stark. "You have the power, the privilege, and the money to protect you. Not everyone is as well off, Mr. Stark. That includes many within the magical enclaves."

She looked around the table. "We need the attempt to make the Superhuman Registration Act an international law to stop. Everyone will lose if it goes into effect and will manage to do more harm than good."

"Education…"

"We have education, government, and a banking system that is older than all of us in this room combined, Dr. Richards. We have highly rated private schools, civil and criminal courts of law, and a currency that trades at a higher rate than most others outside of coins. So tell me how your supposed law will improve anything within the enclaves." He looked absolutely speechless at her words. She looked over to Tony. "Anything you have to say, Mr. Stark, we already have and better than anything this supposed law would attempt to fix."

"Why is it so important that the international law be shot down and not the one concerning the United States?" Steve asked. "Why don't you give the same consideration to the enclaves there?"

"We have," she told him. "The trouble comes with the fact that the law in the United States has been passed already. The international law hasn't been, giving us more time to act where we couldn't do so before."

"We never thought you'd be idiots enough to pass that joke of a law in the first place," came from a Scottish woman next to Hermione.

"Since the law in the United States has gone into effect, we've had the largest influx of immigrants into the other enclaves since the witch trials in the 1600's," Hermione told them. "And we will continue to do so." Standing up, Hermione stated, "That's just one of the many reasons why this law cannot go international. Allow us to explain just how it would be a detriment not only for us, but for everyone if this law goes into effect."

TBC…

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