'No muggling you way out.' Xavi took that to mean that any survival skills he had ever learned in his life were now completely useless. If he couldn't use magic, he couldn't use anything. Suddenly a thought struck him and he wondered vaguely if mago-pop, a magician he'd seen a few year back, was a real wizard. His tricks seemed pretty unbelievable to Xavi.

He stepped under the trees and was instantly surrounded by thousands of mosquitos. They didn't bother him so much, mosquitos, so he swatted them away with his hands, thinking about how itchy he was going to be later from all of these bites. Maybe there was a spell for that.

They didn't go away when he swatted at them, and definitely at least one, more likely two had gone into his mouth. He shuddered and kept walking. Usually swarms of bugs like these didn't follow you if you walked far enough.