Spencer took out his wand to slip them through the warding charms protecting the gate, and hummed as they set off down the hill. "No magical virus, if that's what you mean," Spencer said, quietly. Though the goddamn sleeping stuff is going to kill my control sooner or later, anyway. "I'm lucky, though, if worst came to worst -- I mean, they're plants, a whole bunch of them, I can still work with." It wasn't about work, he knew; it was about life, but still. Every little bit helped.