Verity clenched her jaw and tried to take a deep breath. "Montague, have you ever seen Marlowe do magic? Ever?" she asked him, in no mood to mince words.
Her eyes searched his face for some comfort as he thought back but the longer it took for him to tell her yes, the more worried she grew. She tried to focus on his hands and just couldn't seem to focus on anything other than the fact that their s- Marlowe was quite likely a squib