[If he's ever met someone who embodied the spirit of a librarian, she surely is it.

The appearance of the second bird makes him laugh, the two magical things bunching up together, rubbing their cheeks. It's precious. It's also magic, he reminds himself, which he was raised to be quite wary of. Magic. Chaos.

But how could one fear these little things? It was exactly why he'd gone to it for his first, ah... spell.]

It is always nice. [Doing magic with another is certainly new, yet he can't say he dislikes a bit of it.] Well, sharing a room, I won't be out of your hair so easily. We'll have plenty of time for more practice, if I can steal that time away from you.