Edgar lifted the wards long enough for Fabian to steal inside the boundaries of the property. He clapped Fabian on the back absently in welcome, still looking around alertly as the wards settled back into place. Edgar could feel the magic there; it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up for that momentary removal, the settled down on him contently once he put them back. Edgar had never understood how more muggles didn't notice magic, how they couldn't feel that tingle in the air that meant it was there. But, then again, he had grown up understanding the idea and knowing what it meant. Likely the muggles could sense it, but avoided the extraordinary like the plague because, since they couldn't explain it sensibly, it was better to not talk about it at all.
"How was work then? Dragon baby season, isn't it?" Edgar asked in lieu of keeping them occupied until anyone else might arrive.