Bill was familiar with muggles, he could even cook without magic if he needed to but would really prefer not to. He was the sort of guy who like to use all the weapons in his arsenal and the wand gladly stayed in hand. “I don’t need magic, but I find it quicker and tastier,” Bill assured him with a little shrug.
He tucked Mike’s hand into the crook of his arm before they started along the edge of the trees. “I’ve been around to the greenhouse, just having a look at what’s here, an off assortment really,” Bill said. Like the people, they seemed to hail from all over and yet here they were thrown in together. Family members, strangers, ghosts. It all felt kind of like a strange dream.
The last few months had seen Bill spend a lot of time alone, while skin healed some things took a little longer. In a place like this it was easier to be invisible when he wanted to be. “What else should I see?” Bill asked. “Present company obviously included.”