The odds weren't favorable for her to be able to return to an open position in Venezuela. Jo had hoped to make the trip back across the Atlantic in April, but seeing as Mars was now pregnant on top of being a widow it just simply didn't seem possible. "Hopefully." She said brightly, not wanting to sour the mood with further disappointments. There was a piece of her that still hoped to enioy more of Mr. Binns than she had in the Americas and a sad demeanor wasn't the way to get there.

She listened in fascination as he explained. Tribal magic was common enough, but where had they learned it? (The question of where magic originated from was like to be one of the unknown answers of the world, like Jesus.) "Absolutely, please do. It sounds like fascinating work. Did any of the local lore tie back to known religions? I wonder if there are any connections." There were magical folk born to muggles and squibs born to magical folk (poor Uranus). Something — be it a force of nature or a god — had to be spreading the gift of magic.

"Great! I'm glad it wasn't a wasted trip for you. Here, come with me and I'll wrap it for you." Jo continued cheerfully as she led him again towards the back of the shop where the office was. The materials to wrap the book were just on the other side of the door. "Do you already have a buyer lined up for it?"