Cerberus is carried along in the bag. "Sorry."

Well that's nice and all, but it doesn't help mitigate the panicking that he was doing in the fight.

"...this may be a good time to tell you that you'll need to eventually get the Clow Book from that museum."

Oh, might it.

"There's not some easier way to retrieve it? Like saying 'Clow Book, Clow Book, come to me' three times in a row? Maybe I'll also throw my staff into the air, and there will be some mysterious noise, and then everything fades to black, and suddenly: Clow Book! ... No?"

He might be venting. It's so hard to tell.

"No, it's protected against magic."

Cerberus can't tell.

"Oh, that's just perfect."

"... Actually, does that mean I can protect things against magic? Things like clothing?"

"Eventually."

Right. So nothing's easy, but things will get easier.

"Anything useful I can do in the short term?"

"Useful?"

"Magical...? Something that might help to protect me when this happens again? Or maybe something I should be doing to practice my magical abilities?"

“Well, now you can fly! And you can also meditate to learn more about your power.”

"Is Fly really docile enough to use? And if it is, and I can fly with it, does it have telekinesis or what? Why wasn't it flinging things around?"

"...Fly's not very smart. Or independent. It'll do what you tell it. And no, it doesn't have telekinesis. Look, try to use it with your staff."

"If you're sure..."

Theo gets the Key out of his bag again, says the words to enlarge it – "The Key which hides the powers of the Dark, show your true powers before me. I, Theo, command you under our contract. Release!" – then drops the Fly card in front of him, and says "Fly, help me fly," feeling ridiculous, tapping it with the staff.

The staff's wings grow and become real, with feathers and a wingspan of about three metres.

"You can mount on that to fly!"

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Why would I? The wings are decorative, it'll support your weight."

"You seriously expect me to ride the pink staff like it's a broomstick with wings?"

"Yes!"

Theo starts walking again.

"...you're not gonna fly?"

"Take a guess."

"Why not?"

"I don't like the aesthetic."