Jo sat atop a fallen pillar studying the grooves of the columns before her. Try as she might, she couldn't reconcile the artistry with any sort of muggle talent. The effort of lifting the stone at all was baffling, never mind the perfectly straight edges of the column. It was the same wherever she went, too. The Egyptians had their pyramids, the Mayans their temples. No obvious connections existed to the corresponding magical communities, but Jo was certain that there was just some obvious factor being overlooked. Humans couldn't possibly have the strength to lift such heavy blocks so high.

His question of further travels tore her from her trance. "There's the Herodeon, though I think it might be a bit of a hike from here." Jo suggested. Truthfully, she'd like to just walk with him down the streets and chat. There was more of an adventure to be had that way. "Is there anywhere you've dreamt of going?"