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“I… oh… yes.” He said sounding like he was rather surprised to find them-selves there as well. “Yes, yes it is.” He worried at his lower lip. No surprise perhaps that this place put him ill at ease.
He reached into his over the shoulder bag and fished out an umbrella, popping it open and holding it over them both to keep off the worst of the rain.

“We, should be careful, ah, what was it you wanted to speak about though?” He asked trying to sound less anxious than he felt.
True, not all the things here wanted human throats cut or hearts ripped out, but it was very much feeling like more of them DID than did not.

He laughed softly and shook his head.
“I swear sometimes, this place knows.” He shook his head again marveling at the fact that they had found themselves here right when she wanted to ask about it.
“I’ll tell you what I can? I’m not sure how much will be any good though, I’m still learning.”

He hesitated though when she mentioned the smell, pausing and tipping his chin up slightly to try and catch a whiff on the air.

“I… maybe?” He said cautiously. “I, I think someone mentioned there was a garden here? I’m not sure, maybe I’m just thinking of a book I read. We can look, if we’re careful?”


It smelled less of flowers to him, more of... old books, cinnamon, and warm tea with aged wood and leather.

“Um… Y-Eeeahh, ok, yeah, better to do this as a pair than to solo it right?” He said trying to smile away his nervousness. He at least had some idea how to do magic here even if it was exhausting. Jeremiah had compared it to building muscles, though Zac thought it was a little unfair that his pre-existing imagination didn’t feel like it counted for anything.

Then again, he’d never believed anything into ‘real’ before this place.

“Maybe if it’s safe I can… teach you the spell my Guardian taught to me as an introduction, sound good?”

"Have you, read Harry Potter?" Zac said with a small smile. "If you have its just a spell to make a small light, basally it's a good way to learn the idea behind doing magic here. Like I said at that... 'Ball', it um, it can wear you out." He nodded.

"You have to believe it will work too, things like that. Because that -works- here. It's really kind of amazing if you circle around the idea of how dangerous that could be. But, basically we're stretching your imagination muscles."

He followed her carefully as she, discretely sniffed her way towards the garden.

"Honestly..." He said after a moment's thought. "I think you could use words if you want, I used Luminous to make the light. That's how it was taught to me, but..." He looked thoughtful. "You could probably use anything that made it easier for you to visualize. Almost like muscle memory.

"Umm... here."He said and fished in his shoulder bag. 'It's just a ... temporary wand." He said and pulled out a sizable glowstick, which he then cracked and shook to make it glow a soft blue.

Much more magical that way, right?

"Here... Try... try wanting the light and waving the wand...or even try saying Luminos." Because you know Potter can do it, so you certainly can!'

He shook his head no. "This..." he waved his hands around them, the rain the grey, that faint pleasant smell that they were following. "This is where the magic is, I think it just sort of leaks into our world, changes us."

He worried at his lower lip, thoughtful for a moment before glancing back more directly at her.

"You can only do this kind of thing here, I mean, if you can do it on the other side that -can- happen, but it seems to be sort of, spontaneous small effects that show up. Like um... " He rolled his shoulders and looked embarassed. "I can uh, I can pinch people without touching them in, normal ashdown. I can't do anything else, not poke or tap, just pinch, and nothing harder than that, and I have to be able to see kind of what I'm pinching. I can't hold it either. Stuff like that. Some people do cooler things like, I guess America, she can put little enchantments on things. Stuff like that. But here..." he waved his hands again. "For better or for worse it seems more limited by practice and imagination."