"Now, now, that's not a first date question." Mostly because she didn't actually have an answer that was family restaurant worthy.
Tracey nodded slowly. "Anyone with a basic knowledge of the mechanics of magic would know that was all utter rot. If nothing else, if it were possible to steal magic, there would be no squibs in the more powerful dark leaning lines." Her own family was proof of that. She'd be the one living in Muggle London right now if there had been any way to strip her of her magic in order to give it to her cousin Will.
"That just makes you a spooky gaver," she laughed. "You still would kill the conversations in any number of less reputable pubs just by darkening their doorways."