He raises an eyebrow.

"A meatball?"

Fallon curses lowly.

"Okay, I lied."

Ash stares at her.

"Really?"

She sighs, nodding forlornly.

"It was magic."

"Magic?"

"Oh yeah, I'm a total expert, regular Hermione Granger, right here."

He crosses his arms and she fights the urge to drool slightly.

 "Okay," he mutters, "as weird as this is, I'm thinking you might be telling the truth."

She frowns.

Really?

In all honesty, the idea of magic seems so far-fetched, even she wouldn't believe herself.

"How come?"

He rolls up a sleeve and pointing to a small black line of writing that reads Fallon Hill.

"Pretty sure that wasn't there last night."