"It's not crazy," Pete said, frowning vaguely around the room. He'd just caught the last of that, of course, but he was feeling particularly sensitive at the moment. "It's hundreds and thousands of years of passing something down from generation to generation, and having a whole way of life stripped from your child is bound to be upsetting."
He shoved his (now almost entirely useless) wand in his pocket and crossed the room to the little cupboard where they kept the tea. "Which is to say, I've lost almost all of my magic, too, and I'm really hoping one of you lot has an answer."
Making tea was going to be particularly difficult without magic, so he brought the empty kettle over to William and nudged it in front of him, muttering, "Heat?" under his breath before going back for the tea leaves.