[She has to think about that for a second. Maybe it’s because every reminder of home she’s had in the past two months has made her sad, but Zatanna doesn’t know if she could ever feel that way herself. Still, it makes sense too—Zatanna had put up all the same posters in her room at Mt. Justice.]

I think I get it. Still don’t know if I’m eager to hop on board the going to school train, though. We were in the middle of winter break back home.

[Zatanna takes another look at the journal, then nods.] Magic books. And they seem pretty harmless. Guess it’s the archaic cell phone my dad would never let me have.