There we go; that look on her face was better than way expression of a few moments before. Always start with the magic, he reminded himself. Kids love that stuff, even magical kids.

All it took was a snap of his fingers and, with a misty swirl of blue magic snaking around her and then disappearing, she had a nice warm coat on her, mittens and knitted hat, proper little boots with thick socks. The coat was white, but the mittens and hat were in her favorite color, because there were some things that Magnus could not resist.

"That's better, isn't it?" He smiled again. "Now, you just got here, didn't you? Magic brought you here. Not my magic, but something else. Something not quite good and not quite bad." Even now, Magnus couldn't verbally admit to the magic of the city being more powerful than his, except around those friends he trusted most.