Christine
She could feel the magical aura, it was... Strong indeed. Yet, balanced.

She turned around to see what the magical aura was coming from, yet it had a certain feel to it. Sort of like the Aura she felt when that one... Altmer showed up.
Peggy
_dressed in his acursed robes, taking the form of his younger self, he strode through Riverwood, but his footsteps made no sound ecept for the kncoking of his staff upon the cobblestone paving. He peered over to the river and noticed a young mage, sensing a magical prescence,locking eyes with her. Wanting to see more decided to appear to her. _
_In that instant, he disapeared from his location outside the inn and reappeared directly behind her, towering down from above_

"Its a good book, but I find that staff more interesting" **In a low, growly voice**
Christine
"This old thing? Made it when I became a master of Destruction at the college. Useful for focusing my more draining spells. I can tell by your clothes, even by the way you walk. You're from the college as well; I am Lenore. Traveling Scholar; researcher of Nordic Culture and they're many ruins scattered in Skyrim." She would put a leaf over the page she was on and close the book.

Lenore stood up and she would then place the book inside her travel bag.
"And you are...?" She raised a brow and allowed the fellow mage to introduce herself.