As Ivy listed her necessities, already pulling a few from her drawers and a large steamer trunk, he studied each item with care. And just as she started to look overwhelmed by the amount she needed to pack, Silas cleared his throat to get her attention. “Allow me,” he said, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly the pile of clothing and magical tools disappeared. Ivy gasped. “Where did you put my stuff?” “In your room, back at my house,” he said, smirking. “How—” She faltered. “Infernal. Right. Of course.”
