Cappie watched apprehensively as the little lights appeared at her hands again and began travelling towards him. He leaned back, not sure he absolutely wanted them touching him, but soon he couldn't go any further and he felt a strange, warm sensation as they made contact with his head and began seeping into him. He wasn't entirely sure whether he liked the feeling or not but, after just a moment, he felt the magic beginning to soften the pounding of his aching head. It was almost like they were muffling the noise and giving him a head massage at the same time. It didn't take him long to start thoroughly enjoying the experience, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair to make the most of it, and, before he knew it, the headache was gone. He still felt hungover, his insides felt just as delicate as they had when he'd woken up, but at least he could think and see clearly again.
"Wow," he chucked, grinning as he opened his eyes. "You really are magic!" It sounded so insane, saying that out loud and actually meaning it literally, but he couldn't deny when he'd just experienced.
"What else can you do?" he asked, eager to know more. He wondered whether everyone in this place didn't have a supernatural secret. Then again, if that was the case, what on earth was he doing here. His ability to party hard and ignore responsibilities was indeed mythical but he didn't think it counted on the same level as being able to magically cure hangovers. Hell, if he'd had that talent back home, he would have been fucking king of the world, not just the president of a fraternity.