The urge to roll his eyes at her flippant comment was only characterized by the flick of his eyes down to glance at her before focusing back on the item in front of them; a skill he’d managed to acquire simply because if any of the Rookwood children rolled their eyes at Halmeoni, it would be followed by being chased around the house by her thrown shoe until it hit its target at least once. “I don’t know why I would reveal such an intimate detail to an almost-stranger, Miss Dempsey,” he commented in a low voice for no other reason than to keep refusing her answers.

He leaned forward to peer closely at the details on the artifact, of which there were next to none; it was rather unremarkable in its appearance but lovely nonetheless in its simplicity. Her question intrigued him, and he took his time to think over the different likelihoods. After a moment he straightened. “I’d say why not find out if it weren’t for the small fact that once worn, it can’t be taken off without resorting to extreme measures.” He thought aloud, flipping through the brochure once more. “ ‘Give the wearer the powers of an animagus with none of the hard work’… I’d say the latter then, evidenced by the ‘none of the hard work’.” Cal looked to her, cocking his eyebrow as if to return the question back to her.

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