[Quentin is busy writing in the journal, making notes and there are small arrows pointing from one thing to the next. Preliminary theories and tests he needs answered.
‘Invisibility spell?’ ‘Does it swap everything, leaving all new stuff, or just replace the empty places?’ ‘Wahlberg’s replenishing wards?’]
Uh huh, so a god. Did the god come here, too? How would I even test that... never mind. Okay, so yeah. Yes, when I woke up and-uhm, walked. In the snow. There was a body. By this house.
[It isn’t the knife in Dean’s hand that gets his attention, but it is where Quentin's gaze drops to, once his head snaps up.]
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[Quentin is busy writing in the journal, making notes and there are small arrows pointing from one thing to the next. Preliminary theories and tests he needs answered.
‘Invisibility spell?’
‘Does it swap everything, leaving all new stuff, or just replace the empty places?’
‘Wahlberg’s replenishing wards?’]
Uh huh, so a god. Did the god come here, too? How would I even test that... never mind. Okay, so yeah. Yes, when I woke up and-uhm, walked. In the snow. There was a body. By this house.
[It isn’t the knife in Dean’s hand that gets his attention, but it is where Quentin's gaze drops to, once his head snaps up.]
How about magicians? Ever killed those?