"Perhaps putting everyone's ideas on paper, and then picking the pieces that fit together best for all involved will help? It can be difficult mixing magic, but at some point all of it has been mixed, yes? At least that is what I took from reading my family's books." He was a natural witch, but most people focused on his father's side. Malachi liked to practice basic magic as a sort of meditation thing, but it was rare he had to wield it defensively.
"I know what you mean. The McBain estate was similar. I was only there once it had been turned into a school, but many of my family's artifacts and heirlooms remained. You just had to know where to look." He winked at her, knowing she would understand. Witches had a way of feeling power in magical items. "No explosions here I hope. Prisons are built to keep people in, not let them out." The locket caught his eye. It was beautiful and it held some meaning to her. "Present, heirloom or both?" He glanced around, taking in their surroundings. He liked walking. Otherwise he felt confined. Town wasn't too far off, but he would prefer checking out the wilderness. Zombies could easily be handled by the two of them. "It's good to have my father back, yes. I wasn't sure that would be possible. I'm sorry your family has not shown up yet." The yet was intentional. She shouldn't give up hope on them finding her.