"Great." Asha nodded, "And in the meantime I can try to think of a spell." Surely he could find something that might help, that wouldn't result in accidentally exploding something. "Do you think curses are scared of fire?" He mused, brow furrowing in consideration. After his experiences last summer he rather doubted it. "Well, perhaps not. Surely I can think of something else." As if this solved the problem Asha shrugged and went to grab the remains of a loaf of bread for his meal. That was until the bread flew three feet from Asha's hands out the window. "Oh come on! Not the food too." He stared mournfully after the stale loaf of bread. "Oh well, we'll figure something out soon. Perhaps your friend might have better luck."