Magic is not a thing Jack really believes in. Not really. Miracles, maybe, and even then mostly in hindsight, but his world had been a simple one when it came to the supernatural. Either it was God, or it was your imagination.

Coming here has been a pretty big shock to his system. So while he's at the training field, it's less to practice magic and more to see what the style of physical warfare takes in this world, and maybe sneak some glances at people with actual magic. He hasn't even worked out what his own is, yet. (Talking horses don't count. That wasn't... that was probably just a thing horses in this world do, right?) The purple butterfly keeps landing in his hair; whenever he notices it, he tries to wave it off irritably.

The kid making a spark with his hands makes him jerk in surprise. "How did you do that?"