"Polaris? That sounds like a spell. But yeah, I'd love to meet your friends, Ant," Terry said, trying not to again think about the incredibly poor naming choices of the wizarding community. Well, not poor, just very outside of his realm of understanding. After all, he'd grown up in a family of Jacks, Johns, and Marys for the most part. Maybe the Boots were just boring at naming their kids.
There were questions in his mind. If Anthony was here, at this age, and yet Terry had watched him grow up back home... was anything they did in that village going to be erased? Was any talking, any bonding, any friendships actually lasting? It seemed cruel. To shove them into a world where the dead and unborn were alive and able to live, and then be told to forget all about it. To forget every detail.
"Are you doing alright here? I mean. Do you want to go home?"