Able had been ignoring anything David was saying, almost certain that he would be coming back to wipe that kid off the map in the future; he’d hardly met a witch whom he hadn’t had to come back after at some time. Damned things just had a knack for getting themselves in trouble and, worse, in his path. It was tiresome, really, and he just didn’t care to hear whatever excuse or scheme this one had for getting his little wand back. No, he just wanted to get done with this, get back to headquarters and finally be done for the day. Well, done for the day until he was enviably found hiding out from whatever corner he could avoid Charlie in for the longest amount of time. He really, really wasn’t looking forwards to another lecture. Stress on the word, another.  Giving a forced sigh at the thought, he turned around and stood up to face the witch, unable to avoid speaking to him any longer. Ignoring the Charlie comment, he just groaned when he processed Able’s last few moments of ranting and realized what his idea had been.<br/><br/>“That’s the thing with you magic users. Everything has to be solved by magic, doesn’t it? Do a little more damage than you’ve already done.” He rolled his nonexistent eyes before going into a further explanation. “She’s been under a trance for a good bit, an enchantment common to necromancers to keep people doing what they want them to do. Its low level impact spell and hasn’t done any harm. I doubt she’ll remember anything, especially not the last half hour or so. Besides, I only deal with physical clean up, not the mental. And,” he added as an afterthought, “It wouldn’t be a bad idea for the girl to wake up with a bit of a bad feeling and a headache, would it? Teach her about associating with strange men and might smarten her up a bit, the stupid cow.” At some point, she would have had to associate with Carver, as had the other victims done before. From the reports, they had always been seen with ‘a stranger’ beforehand, either talking to him in the halls or at some sort of party. Yeah, might do them a bit of good to worry about strangers, he decided. “Let her learn her lesson.”<br/><br/>Listening again as he began to explain who he was, Able just chuckled a very blunt, “I don’t care if you were the queen of England, you are not getting your wand back, whelp and that is that.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Did he say Aowel? </span>Came the voice in Able’s head. Damnit, he thought he’d stopped listening already. But that was the thing about Charlie, wasn’t it? You never knew when he was listening and when he wasn’t.<br/><br/>“Yes, that’s what he said,” the man sighed as he leaned his head back, hands now going to his hips as he prepared for whatever was to come. Though it was a full conversation, outwardly he looked like quite the madman as he turned his head a little to the side, listening intently to something no one else could hear.  “What? I don’t care. I really don’t…no, Charlie. I’m- Listen, it’s my neck out…I don’t care about that and I’m rather fond of this body. And where-… Charlie,” he gave one last firm toned call of the man’s name before the shade looked completely annoyed. Jaw clenching, he stood silently before finally giving a “Yeah. Got it.”  He took in a deep breath and sat there for a moment, fib in his head. Or soul, or whatever this was. Hell, he couldn’t keep how he worked most days.  He finally turned back to David, eyes narrowed somewhat.<br/><br/>“Fine, you can have it back,” Able hissed. He reluctantly took the wand out of his pocket and tossed it onto the floor at David’s feet. “And not because I want to, but because he is making me and, gods so help me, if you make even the faintest flick with that wrist of yours I will stake your brain to the floor with that useless stick.” Able didn’t like being told what to do, and even less when he had to do something that was contrary to his personal conviction.  Being scorned by this, Able decided to add his own little bite in order to recover the small knick that had been taken out of his pride.  “All you witches and mythies are the same. You cry over wanting a normal life, a quiet one, but you whine over losing your wands or your powers. Hypocrites all of ya.”  He gave a waft of his hand, as if to shoo away any thought of the other and shake him off like a bad taste. “Waste of breath and time. I’m heading on my way in, Charlie. Now, you first, princess,” he motioned towards the door. He sure as hell wasn’t letting this whelp behind him now that he had his little wand back.<br/><br/>Watching him exit the entire way out, Able had taken a turn and walked off with a group of students. Blending in with them perfectly, the man continued off, the kids next to him oblivious that they were walking with a dead man in their midst.