He hated the striken look on Marlowe's face, why children just knew when something was wrong... He watched as Verity called out to him, how his small arms seemed to clutch at his stuffed-dog a little tighter just before he walked over, moving to lean closer to her as he stood up straighter.
Montague hated that she nearly pushed the question on to him, the way she looked up at him. It was doubtful that Marlowe would have any idea... Especially if he had done magic, but it did not change the matter.
Leaning against the desk, he leaned slightly closer to Marlowe's level again, lightly ruffling Marlowe's hair as the contact always seemed to comfort him. "Marlowe, Miss Verity and I had a question. Would you mind it if I asked?" He said softly, giving him a small smile. Marlowe's hand twitched for a moment, and Montague knew that he wanted to put his thumb in his mouth, and the smile was a little less forced for a moment.
Finally Marlowe nodded and Montague looked up at Verity taking a long deep breath. "You know all the spells and stuff we do?" He started slowly, getting another small nod, "well, we wanted to know if you had ever done anything like that. Not with a wand, but sometimes-" Montague almost bite his cheek, trying to find a way to describe it to him, as he was sure Jill had never educated him on it. "Strange things happen, that you did- but they don't seem possible; have you ever had something you wished happen, happen- like the stuff we do with wands?" There, that sound resonable enough that a six year old could understand.