Onto a new place. And Tag found the perfect spot. He stood in front of a portrait of a man whom seemed to be sleeping. The blonde hoped that this portrait was sleeping because he didn't want to bother him, you know? Either way, whether Tag bother the man in this portrait or not, he hoped that the portrait would feel significantly warmer.

Did portraits even get cold? That was the question here.

With the incantation and wand movement repeated in his head several times Tag thought he was ready to perform the spell.

Wand ready Tag performed the movement in that smooth swish of an infinity sign. "Caelum Saepio." Nothing. Nothing at all. Not even the faintest of fog. Give it another go. "Caelum Saepio." There. That seemed to do it.

The boy hovered his hand over the portrait and felt light heat coming off the portrait. That man should definitely be thankful for Tag's help.