Ernie simply nodded when he asked about his lost magic, “Yes, sir.” He shifted a bit in the uncomfortable chair, his eyes wandering around the room as he listened to Renwick’s speech. “Of course, Do what you need, I just… I just want to get my magic back.” Ernie’s voice sounded a bit more desperate than he’d intended, but he honestly felt that way. He’d been without magic for such a long time now.
“What sort of theories do you have?” He asked casually, his eyes barely scanning the page before signing his name at the bottom and passing it back.