Charlie had no idea where the hell he was. A few moments ago, he was in his library at home, perusing his books, as per usual, and now he's in a very odd looking place that is most definitely not his castle. Everything is so...smooth, and bright, and white, mysterious objects and equipment surrounding him. He doesn't even know what half of the building materials are. They're not stone, and they're not brick. And there's a man staring at him wearing an odd cloak. All white cloth. Again with the white. Is there no colour in this strange universe? Everything is so clean, and sterile, and he can't sense a hint of magic. Possibly a blocking spell?

You're still looking at him like that. He holds his spell book protectively to his chest, his robes rustling around him as he scoots away from you. He narrows his eyes.

"Do you believe in magic?"

Not what you were expecting him to ask.