...Was about to get to that.

[He insisted, wetting his lips and giving him a look; semi-wary; before he reached for his wand and gave it a flick.

Just to warm up, you know. Send out sparks.

Nothing.

Frowning now and brow furrowing a bit, James tried again. And again, there was nothing. Not even the feeling that came attached to wandwork, that innate... well, magic.

Taking a shallow breath, he'd slowly go to look back at the screen.]

...Well at least tell me that the good news is you've gone and misplaced your magic, too.