Real magic out in the world, real spells used by lifers to create reality rather than be pushed about by it. Such things were the stuff of Hollywood and something that should not have been real. Though, Willie realized it would sound strange coming from a ghost to say out loud. "My boss is a Magician but none of it was real until after he died," Willie offered. "Thigs like wizards are only from the movies and books for us-" he paused. "-while we're alive, that is."
Art in any manner perked Willie's interests. He might have not cared about rules when it came to skating through a museum- especially when it was under construction- but he actually loved looking at art.
"Maybe we'll end up in a desert one of these times, or California- my home- can be super warm. We're all about the beach life there. White sands and the spray of saltwater. Man, I wish I could go surfing right now." He chuckled, messing with his hair further.