☽ Hocus Pocus
@crxevie
Although reluctance radiates profoundly from the woman before him, his posture projects a fine stance of enthusiasm due to their shared reminiscences from London. It is why he stands in front of a chimney with a bag of foo powder clinging to flaccid fingers. With no one around to witness, there is a secure chance to flee to the muggle world. There, blending in will be a task at ease, for a mask of university hooligan students is what they’ll wear. All that’s left and needed for the trip is one more set of compliance. “We can do this again, you know,” he begins as the foo powder sack twirls within fingertips, “Enjoyable it was, and something you cannot deny it. Astounding the muggles truly does amuse me.” A corner of his mouth curls, the other soon to join afterwards as his free hand grips indicatively to the single strap of his satchel. “I do have my things packed. My suggestion is that we conjure a few things... perhaps levitate a few cards?” He figured a set of proof ought to be presented to the woman, so he expands the opening of his carrier and handles the innocent deck of card upon his palm. Quickly does the item return to its containment all so that his hands can rummage for a small feline plushie. “...or perhaps transfigure this into its living, breathing form? Now, I cannot simply do this alone, Evelyn.” The powder gets passed over her, and Clotarie’s hand wiggles it as if to indulge in its tempting essence. “My dear partner... I am, still, quite terrible at transfiguration anyway.”
