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[graycloakdlight]

A witch and a wizard are by the lake's shore. The witch is a certain redhaired 12-year-old, Rose Weasley by name, who would usually be at Hogwarts

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[healer_neric]

Magic is different where Neric is from--it is different everywhere that has it, in his limited experience. He may not know enough to catch the subtle changes in flavor between styles, only between his own and Ravin's; but he can sense that something is going on, and so he sets his watering can down in the garden and moves toward the lake to see if he can find the source of the strange feeling.

[graycloakdlight]

Luccio's been keeping an eye out for anyone coming their way. She walks a short distance away, gesturing to Rose to keep working on her 'assignment'.
She calls in power for herself, not yet casting but waiting to see what the newcomer wants.

[healer_neric]

He smiles and holds out his hands, empty, palms upward, by way of greeting.

"Greetings, friend," he says. "Do you... feel anything strange? I think there's something going on, but I don't know what."

One of these days, being friendly and open will get him into trouble.

[graycloakdlight]

But today is not the day.
"Hello." Luccio offers a warm smile. "My student and I have been working on some basic shields--Wizardry," she explains, matter-of-factly. "One hopes we didn't disturb you at your own work."