Re: dead guys house: des, newt, & pat
[It was an accident. Newt glanced to Patrick, then back. He'd no idea what precisely was an accident, given the timing of his arrival, but he assumed, after a moment, that she meant the man's death. Of course. Her magic. Newt smiled slightly, as he meant to be reassuring. But, Destiny stood then, which jarred him back into silence as she began to pace. She was talking, and Newt looked again to Patrick.
His gaze was back on the woman, however, when she pivoted back toward them.] Did I...? [He didn't quite follow, even with her miming the movement of a wand. He almost laughed, because he didn't understand—but she was serious.] Oh. Destiny. No, I can't raise the dead. Erm, no one can really. Not that I know. [He scratched the back of his head.] Was it your magic? Like with the plants? Were you, ah, emotional?