"Right," Patrick remembered, "Clem’s normal isn’t she? Eer, not magical." Even now that was still his normal. It was a hard thing to shake. "I remember when Professor Sprout turned up at my house and told me about everything. Pretty sure I laughed in her face. So you're doing great, Clem."
He pulled a face. "Not yet. Haven't seen a garage or a stable. Not even a bike rack."
scout's mouth pressed together as she thought of the best way to answer that while her niece was still in earshot. she shrugged her shoulders. "so far, but so was I." there had been moments already when scout noticed wonderful and unbelievable things crop up near the girl. something that suggested clementine was more like her aunt than just the attitude. "yeah, the stable didn't have horses either way." she sighed.



















