His brow furrowed, Henry did as the stranger indicated and put his books into the bag. He really shouldn't. He needed to get home after all and try to figure out the practical application of his dreams, but he felt too meek to refuse such attention. As usual. "Magic...? I don't know anything about magic," he murmured in a quiet voice. "I..." And that was as close as he got to refusing the attention. His words got stuck in his throat and he knew he must be blushing something furious. The fact that not just this stranger, but a couple passerbys as well, started to look this way made him uncomfortable.