Eleven is more than willing to get out of the way of unpredictable magic, and holds his breath the moment the words are spoken. He hopes nothing terrible happens.

Nothing at all seems to happen, though, and that's just as well. He checks himself over just to be sure, then looks over his partner. Nothing seems to be different, as far as he can see.

"You look practiced," he offers. "I'm sure you'll master it quickly."

He's a bit hesitant to try it himself, honestly. He's taken the caution about their innate magic as dangerous to heart, but it also follows that he'll never master anything if he never tries. Eleven studies the sigil and mimes the movements with his fingers rather than his wand. They're a bit unsteady.

"I might need to practice without a real wand."