"Well, yes. The sort where someone follows you around to bring you flowers or buy your coffee for you but has no weird, creepy, or psychotic intents toward you." She paused. "Though I suppose that would be more like worship than stalking. I haven't experienced either, to my knowledge." If she'd ever been stalked (which she doubted), they'd been very good about keeping hidden.
Mercy grinned. "A boarding school for magical children. I don't even know where to begin with that. How do you determine if a child's magical? Or ... how does the ... principal? Headmaster? Grand Pumbah? Whoever is in charge, how do they decide that?" She wondered if there was some test at some age for a child. She was thinking more along the lines of blood tests to determine genetic capability, but if they were magic ... maybe they just waved their wands and figured it out that way.
"Suppose I'd know by now if I were magical or not, hm?" she teased him lightly.