He told her about it later. It's just the dump it always was. Trash and overgrown grass and some half dead tree in the middle. You would never be able to tell that the lot held the imaginary beings of the most powerful opener in ages. This wasn't right.
Magic comes, magic goes but the feeling was all off.
It's as if the magic was erased from all history, none of it had happened. There are no echoes, not even a trace. She found out that he hadn't been registered in over a year. Transferred to someplace called Bardsey, they said. At Bardsey, she snuck a look at the files.