refused to tell me what we were doing, I had to be prepared. They’re in the top of my bag." Reaching down he unzipped the bag and pulled the wrinkled robes out. She knew when the cloth touched her hands, that he had cast a smoothing charm on them already. Slipping them on, she felt the gentle echo of his magic settle around her. She didn’t think she would ever grow tired of the feeling of his magic. When he used his magic like this, it felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. When she had finished situating her robes, he had already picked up both of their bags. Witches and wizards hurried past them in every direction as they made their way to the elevators.