James Wake made it a point to avoid the magical world as often as he could. It was loud, noisy, dusty and always bursting with hapless, selfish questions. In the muggle world, at least, there were outliers. Deviants that asked the questions of the world, rather than questions of the magic. These were the people, James often murmured to himself, that ought to be given the power.
But power swings back and forth between those who want it, and those who need it. In that sense, Muggles were no different from Wizards. Wizards simply abandoned that very human curiosity about their place in the universe- it made them predictable, staid. He knew better than to expect the blemishes of fetid flesh beneath the fat of the wizard, but he often could not resist checking.
But even James, a man that sought psychological stimulation that few brought about within him, found himself at the most banal of places. He later reasoned with himself "even the animals understand themselves better than Wizards do," and would cautiously study them, but he knew what he was truly here to do- to pass the thoughts within his mind. Each scrap of knowledge James Wake had ever obtained till this day floated through his mind as he observed the bull elephants, the hissing iguanas, the fearful koalas, and even the tawdry lions.
It was there he found himself looking at a beast of a less unbecoming nature. "Jack Dyllan," he said, clearly, as he crossed his arms, and stood off in a non-confrontational manner. "I rather unexpected surprise."