[As Wilhelm leads their strange parade through the streets of Nott, he keeps an eye on the children. They chatter among themselves, crashing into one another to slip whispers into ears. They skip and jump and do normal kid things, but every once in a while someone's gaze snags on Wilhelm's bag on the back of the bicycle. Then they fall into silence into a spell, as if scheming how to get the doll back.
The boy, Adair, seems reluctant to part ways with his friends. Or with the doll. But he scurries into his house, slamming the door behind him.]
Are you sure about that?
[Wilhelm is half joking, but with so many strange things to account for it's hard to say. Where do the boundaries of magic lie? How far and wide do they stretch? Then they're onto the next one. Oisin and Jessalyn, brother and sister.]
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The boy, Adair, seems reluctant to part ways with his friends. Or with the doll. But he scurries into his house, slamming the door behind him.]
Are you sure about that?
[Wilhelm is half joking, but with so many strange things to account for it's hard to say. Where do the boundaries of magic lie? How far and wide do they stretch? Then they're onto the next one. Oisin and Jessalyn, brother and sister.]