When I was growing up, I felt like I had to qualify it and say I’m British-Pakistani. But now I kind of feel like, in this day in age, this is what British looks like. It looks like me; it looks like Idris Elba, and hopefully through Nasir Khan, people will see that that’s what an American can look like as well.
“Look, when I wasn’t on television or in films, I didn’t get any special attention when I went out. Some beautiful people always attract attention. I didn’t until I got on television. So I’m on these lists only because I’m on television. It happens to me all the time, still. I’ll sit in a pub and nobody will recognize me. I might see an attractive woman, but she doesn’t recognize me, so I’m not getting any love. Then one person goes, “Oh, it’s you,” and suddenly, they all overhear and start asking questions. It’s bullshit.”
“Well if it isn’t Alec junior, what are you doing out here?”
Magnus stopped in front of you and crouched down, gently wiping a stray tear
that had danced its way down your cheek.
“Alec said if I don’t approve of the wedding then I shouldn’t
come and if I can’t see that he’s doing this for us that… maybe I should go
back to Idris.” You sighed and looked away from the Warlock before snapping
your eyes to his face. “Wait why are you here?” You asked quickly.
“I had an invite from Izzy.” He said simply. You grinned and
jumped up, hugging onto the warlock who, after a few seconds he hugged you back
“Thank you for coming Magnus… please you have to make him
see reason, he can’t be miserable for the rest of his life, not for me and Izzy
we won’t have it.” You gasped quickly.
“When I was growing up, I felt like I had to qualify and say, ‘I’m British-Pakistani’, but now I kind of feel like, in this day and age, this is what British looks like. It looks like me, looks like Idris Elba. And hopefully, through Nasir Khan, people will see that’s what American can look like as well.”