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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me

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[strongroots]

[ He nods as he listens to her, at least having a better idea now about how this works (well, marginally). Robby knows she has a wand, that she can do spells -- but how thoroughly those spells work is another thing.

But to showing her around the house-- ]

--Sure, yeah, come in. [ He goes up to the front step and opens the door, standing in the small entry hall with his hand on the handle, waiting for her to follow. A nod to some hooks, a jacket hanging on one, offering- ] You can take your coat off if you want, [ if she has one on, and not if she doesn't.

But, regardless: ] I didn't know how you'd do this. Peter told me you used a wand? You're the best witch in his book. [ Not to snitch on your lovey-dovey feelings, Peter, but Robby says it fondly, with a smile. ] But I didn't want to ask him too many questions. ... actually, [ admittedly, ] I didn't know what to ask.

[ What does he know about witches, after all. There are two doors on either side of them, the hall lead farther down to a pair of stairs, and what looks like a kitchen to the side, a small corridor to its right. It's simple, aesthetics still matching with that of Trench.

He'll lead her towards a room, whenever she's ready. ]

[creidim]

[ Wonderful! Following him in, she'll shrug off her old school cloak and hang it up, before telling Helga to stay at the entry hall. The wolf dog understands without question and sits, tail wagging behind her. She pulls her wand out from a pocket and there's an amused sound at the words: Peter told me you used a wand? She holds it up for him to see at that. ]

I do, yes. Although wandless magic is a form of magic in my world, it's very advanced — I can only do a little. [ Which comes in the form of a lot of practice, and even then the most she can manage is to light a few candles. ]

Peter's just saying that because I'm his girlfriend. He likes to say nice things about me. [ Not that she minds, she finds she very much likes it to hear nice things said about her. The last few years have been a bit of a change, considering. It took a bit of getting used to. ]

That's quite fair. [ She smiles politely. One would have plenty of questions in the face of a new topic, that's natural. ] I quite like questions. Maybe just go for anything that pops into your mind, I'm an open book. No question is too silly.

[ She motion to one of the doors, she's happy enough to start with either room downstairs and just make her way round the house. ]

[strongroots]

[ Huh, so wandless magic is actually a thing. He learns through the tidbits that she supplies after he talks, smiling at the semi-protest of her talents as spoken by Peter. It's nice, though he still feels a nagging sheepishness, like he should be providing more in compensation for what she's freely giving away.

Well, he can only hope to give something towards the end. ]

Sure, alright. [ For now, Robby leads her into the living room first, standing to a side in his own space, hoping he won't get in the way of whatever it is she'll do. And that he wants to see most: the process. Will he even notice anything? ]

Oh, uh, there was something. Can witches turn people into [ frogs ] --animals?

[ Is there any way to ask that that doesn't feel a little rude?? And will she say something about frogs herself. ]

[creidim]

[ Luna looks about the living room, slowly drifting over to a window without much else said, letting him have a moment to think. She can probably get to casting while he considers, drawing her wand up and her left palm held up, ready to get to work.

Although the question makes her pause, her head turning round to look at him curiously. That's what he'd like to know...? She can't help but look a little amused. But no, she doesn't find it rude. As for the answer, well— ]

Of course we can! Although human transfiguration is another advanced kind of magic, we don't learn those kind of things until sixth year at school. [ Which she is... lacking in, considering she only made it through half of her sixth year. ] Transforming objects into animals and back is far easier.

[ There is no mention of frogs, alas. But with that, she turns her head back round. There's a short pause as she concentrates before she starts casting, murmuring spell words under her breath. With each one, she draws down with her wand. Before her, the air shifts and warps, as if one might drag their hand through a pool of water; an iridescent haze of light appearing with each casting: spells to repel intruders who mean harm, spells to protect against any malevolent magics aimed at the house, spells to keep to keep them safe.

It's the not the flashiest of magic, but it does what it's supposed to do. Protective enchantments aren't mean for show, they're meant for work. But she'll move to any other windows in the room to much of the same before she'll turn back to Robby with another smile. ]

Did you think of any other questions?