[ Clothes, tablet, backpack, and a popsicle stick. It was a bit harsh. Not nearly as harsh as him normally being able to rely on his own fire and no longer having it. James decides that he doesn't care if magic was real or not to this guy; not here, and not right now.
He just gives a tired smile in response to the tirade. It didn't touch his eyes and it faded quickly. ]
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He just gives a tired smile in response to the tirade. It didn't touch his eyes and it faded quickly. ]
It's okay. I guess I... assumed a bit.