Ben had nearly made up his mind to try his luck in the surf when he heard a voice from down the beach. He was quite sure that he wasn't in a real place, and was a bit surprised to see that anyone else had accompanied him here. Was this girl part of the illusion, or was she similarly transported? If there were multiple people involved in this thing, was that a good sign or a bad sign? Ben had been a cursebreaker, so he wasn't one to panic at the first sign of strange magic, but usually when he was faced with an odd predicament he had his wand on him — or at least a full set of clothes. His unmentionables were covered, but his chest was bare, which wasn't the ideal way to approach a young woman. He did his best to pull the cape-thing that was around his shoulders tighter to cover up more of his bare skin before he picked his way across the beach towards her.

(He was also missing shoes, which became very apparent when he took his first step and landed on a broken seashell. After another muttered curse, he chose his steps more carefully the rest of the way.)

"Two questions," Ben announced when he was close enough that he thought his voice would carry over to her. "Who are you, and do you have a wand?"

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