[The flood gates've opened up, and... All right, so at least the guy can string together more than a couple of sentences. And was apparently a child at some point It isn't the strangest story Phil's ever heard, and honestly, it suits Javert to a tee. It's a little bit off-putting, more than a little bit morbid, and--Phil can't deny the fact--it's intriguing.

And yeah, story like that says a whole fuckin' lot.]

So you weren't raised by wolves? Because that'd make for one hell of a bio.

[He takes a drink, considering.] Tough for a kid, though. If I'm hearing you right, it sounds like this divination bullshit isn't all bullshit for you. Or was your knowing about the wolves some sort of fluke? [Phil would be willing to believe either. While divination is by and large a completely useless field, there are wizards and witches--usually very strange wizards and witches--who somehow come by abilities to see more than should be possible.

Oh. Shit. If this guy is some sort of seer-- Phil looks to the side, scratches his face, has to remind himself to keep still. As if Javert isn't nosy enough without some sort of extra ability to read what Phil has so carefully hidden. Phil is a skilled Occlumens, but he's encountered seers who can read in different, apparently less defensible ways. Doesn't make a damned bit of sense, but there it is.

This could be trouble. This could be some deep fucking trouble. with any luck, Javert either isn't any sort of seer, or isn't the sort of seer that can pry like that. And if he is, Phil might just have to start finding a way to counter him. For now, just keep playing it cool. Don't give him anything that'll fuel the suspicion. Just be cool.]