Well, then. He wasn't sure what to make of that. It was nice to have some kind of insight to one of the things he'd yet to have explained to him. It figured he'd still be a wierdo even among wizards. But... at least he wasn't the only one.

Norman hunkered down on the grass and flipped open his journal. He quickly scribbled out a message, wishing he knew the spell to make it private. If anyone got nosy, he would just tell them to mind thier own.

"Okay, I left an entry for your dad. I'll wait for a few minutes before leaving to find him."