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Sipping, Trevor nodded at her explanation, impressed at the idea even despite it's obvious hurdle, that it would keep him from being able to talk to those he needed if the repelling charm couldn't be fine tuned without knowing specifics. Trevor lifted her legs and set them down on a spot of desk next to him and hopped up, pacing away across the room as he thought. "I'd 'onestly rather that than Polyjuice," he explained, finishing his drink and setting it on a shelf as he passed it. "But if it could be made to work right. Last an' look right an' be repeatable an' all."