"Right," he says, giving her an apologetic smile. He forgets himself sometimes, that most of the people in this city don't understand all of their words. He's met a few who even resist the word, like it makes them feel inferior, but she doesn't seem all that bothered by it.

The horse however, seems particularly put out by being told he's scared, and James stares at it for a moment. He doesn't know if she can actually talk to horses, but for a moment there he could swear it really understood him. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's ever happened in Darrow, maybe, but there are certain realities that James would like to stick to, and talking animals is not one of them.

"Perfectly alright," he assures her, nodding. "Honestly it's probably the easiest I've ever come off when testing a new spell. My nose is still on my face, right?" He grins at her, prodding at his face exaggeratedly to check if anything is missing. He's mostly joking, but he has seen one too many spell go awry in the past. After a beat he remembers himself, giving her a bright smile and holding his hand out. "James, by the way. James Potter."