Mark nodded, both knowing it sounded insane but glad that it seemed to make more sense to her that way. He hadn't considered it magic himself, but he could understand why it would seem that way. Then again, with everything Amelia had explained, magic was as good an explanation as anything.
"Yes...well.. I don't know about cursed," he struggled to explain. "There is a little girl called Amelia. It's not her fault, I don't think she has a great deal of control over her own magic. I've spoken to her, and she isn't... I don't know, bad," he said, wanting to get that in there. It would be awful if people started taking their anger and confusion out on a lonely child. "But she brought us here. She has books. She told me that every person has their own book that details every tiny little thing about them. She reads their book, and it brings them here."
Of course, this could either make a lot of sense to Belle, if she was from a world where she knew of magic and enchantment, or he could sound like a psychopath, if she had only been being metaphorical.