"Wait, what?" Autor says, blinking at them. "What? I can't do that!

"I mean, I've made a working Muggle form of the Bruise Removal Paste and I'm working on a Girding Potion," he rambles, "but I'm fairly certain that if I try, say, a potion for closing wounds or a Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction I'll end up poisoning myself."

He fidgets a bit and stares at his shoes. "As everyone under the sun keeps pointing out, I lack magical ability."

Looking up, he furrows his brow. "Why are you being so nice to me?"