[ Rafe is still staring after John's minor rebuke as it clicks and shite, he'd all but forgotten. He's too used to a full-magic household where there was so much spellwork at any given moment that nobody would notice a few minor casts. For a moment he tries to imagine a house where that's simply...not. No beds making themselves, no house elves scurrying behind the scenes, no dishes done with a flick of the wrist.
He knows it can happen, that it does, but... Still. Dang. ]
...Oh. Right. [ He pauses because he knows there's something he's probably forgetting— AHA. ] Sorry.
[ A supermarket would definitely be— Yeah. It'd be an Experience. #checkyourwizardprivilege ]
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He knows it can happen, that it does, but... Still. Dang. ]
...Oh. Right. [ He pauses because he knows there's something he's probably forgetting— AHA. ] Sorry.
[ A supermarket would definitely be— Yeah. It'd be an Experience. #checkyourwizardprivilege ]