[He watches her for a moment, intrigued to see this magic of hers for himself first-hand before he responds. In the meantime, however, the boxes she's talking to take a second to think, internally debating with each other whether they should since they are heavy, but the bottom decides that it is for the best and begins to jostle and bounce, which only proceeds to unsettle the other two atop of it. Then they all throw caution to the wind and topple over--with the exception of the bottom one which merely opens its flaps now that is free to. The others have willfully spilled their contents on the ground.

Sophie will find various pieces of camera equipment inside (thankfully, none have broken) that might not seem familiar to her. One box was filled to the brim with various cannisters (some empty, some full, and some still in wrappers) meant to hold film. Another was filled with different solutions needed to develop said film as well as trays to do it in. The last box holds all of the various pieces of equipment meant to develop the pictures found in those cannisters spilt all over the floor.]

You are very fortunate to have not ruined any of those. [Ferran...doesn't sound incredibly happy.] Are you quite happy now? I would address the black magic wizards and how I am different from them, but unfortunately, I do not know any personally. I have observed some in your world and others, but did not find them to my liking--but for entirely different reasons.