"Magic?" He mumbles aloud to himself, squinting as he thinks that through. Amelia... did magic? Amelia? But she hates magic, or is at least scared of it.

The idea of someone so easily scared by magic using it kick starts his brain again. He throws on some clothes, grabbing a jacket and heading to Amelia as fast as he can. When he knocks on the door it's with light, but fast, rapping. He's a little out of breath but doing his best not to show it.

"A-Amelia?"