"Want to do the honours?" I ask Azíl, gesturing to the lock on the outside of the coffee shop door.
Uncertainty wars on his face. "Are you sure?"
"We"ll check it before we leave," I promise.
He nods, but I can see how nervous he"s feeling about it.
"You don"t have to if you don"t want to," I say quickly. "But your magic is doing what it"s supposed to, and you"ve been growing in strength every day."
He nods and pulls out his wand. "It is taking some getting used to having a wand with me all the time."
"Did you not used to carry one around before?"
He shakes his head. "I only carried one when I needed it, but I preferred to do magic without. Perhaps it is because I did not have the right material." He glances down at his wand in awe. "This feels so much better than anything I have use
