The Moon's Reflection

But to appear lacking in knowledge in front of any of the Espada, especially this one, did not sit well with him. 

The Captain leaned back, his hands lacing together and resting in his lap. “Explain yourself, Grimmjow. Traveling beyond the realms... Crossing borders between Soul Society, the human world and your home is difficult as enough as it is. Are you truly saying you’ve gone beyond even that?” 

  Unless, he’s not a wizard. Unless, he’s not affiliated with the Wizarding World. In which case, what does that leave him to be ? 

  Finally, and slowly, she turns around, the glare of her spell illuminating her face and the strands of red hair falling over it, and reflecting off his glasses, shielding his eyes from view. There was something … almost sinister about him. He made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He’s certainly not a Death Eater, that’s for sure. He couldn’t be working with them, either … he did refer to her wand as a stick, after all.

“You’re right. I suppose a stick can’t do what you’re doing right now. But that is because, I don’t need a stick.” It was a simple action one that all starting shinigami knew how to. To take your reitsu and condense it into a ball. The first signs that you had powers. And that is what he showed to her, it had been a while since he’d done such a basic action, the starting point to all advance kido. And with his reitsu being what it was it would be easy to make an overwhelming sphere. Who knew if she could tolerate that much power, though she was standing in front of him which was rather impressive for a mortal girl, assuming that was she is. 

“This is kido,” he informed, holding out the bright orb in one hand.“in it’s most simplest form. I suppose a human would call it magic. Or... demon magic, more specifically, I do believe that’s what it would translate to humans. They are spells but not magic like one would read in a storybook. This is real, after all.”

Small clouds of carbon dioxide form, fizzling away in the cold night air as she draws in another breath. It’s utterly silent out here, suspiciously so.

                              Initially, she does not notice the presence                               some way behind her, lurking, watching, as                               she withdraws her wand and murmurs 

                              ‘Lumos’

                              under her breath.

              But by the time the small light illuminates from               her wand’s tip, she is well aware of it. The feeling               of being watched creeps up her spine like branches.               Dementors ? Death Eaters ? Without turning, Lily               closes her eyes, and speaks to her pursuer.

Her light reflected off the lenses of his glasses, obscuring his eyes form his sight which suited him just fine. Though it made it difficult for him to see her clearly, the light so bright and just the silhouette of her figure behind it. It was of no great matter. She didn’t feel like a Quincy or hollow and certainly not a shinigami. She was just human with some unusual abilities. Abilities he’d like to further investigate. 

It wasn’t a huge error but one all the same.