Rowan had once learned that the Killing Curse wasn't absolute.
During his Hogwarts years, he'd heard more than once that a child's curse barely fazed an adult wizard, and Hagrid had mentioned that many large magical creatures possessed formidable resistance to magic. Dragons, especially, were infamous for it. No one had ever heard of a dragon being dropped by a single curse.
Power, vitality, and resistance mattered.
If Rowan ever mastered Giant Magic back in the wizarding world, most Dark Wizards wouldn't be able to kill him outright even if they tried. And if he ever faced overwhelming numbers, he wasn't foolish enough to stand still and let them cast freely.
As evening approached, Rowan prepared to leave the library when he noticed a sealed door deep within its far end. Thick, reinforced, and etched with complex runes, it immediately drew his attention.
"Levy," he asked, pointing at it, "what's in there?"
It reminded him too much of Hogwarts' Restricted Section.
Levy shook her head. "I don't know either. I've heard only the guild master can enter. The seals on that door are extremely strong. Natsu once tried to sneak in out of curiosity. The barrier threw him across the room and knocked him out for two days."
That only deepened Rowan's suspicion.
Definitely something important, he thought. I'll need to take a look someday… once I'm strong enough.
When they returned upstairs, the guild hall was mostly empty. Cana was still drinking at the bar, and Mirajane hummed softly while cleaning. Everyone else was either out on missions or already heading back to their dorms.
Fairy Tail provided guild housing within the city, simple but convenient. Those with extra coin could rent private homes instead.
"Oh, you're back," Mirajane said warmly when she spotted them. "I saved some food for you. Come eat while it's still hot."
She set four plates on the table.
Mirajane wasn't just the guild's public face. She handled supplies, finances, food, and the bar, effectively running the guild's day-to-day operations.
"Mirajane, you're the best!" Levy exclaimed, throwing herself into her arms before digging in. She often forgot to eat while reading, and Mirajane always remembered for her.
"Thank you," Jet, Droy, and Rowan said together.
As Rowan prepared to eat, he glanced at the half-cleaned hall. After a moment's thought, he raised his paws and murmured a spell.
"Scourgify."
Dust, spilled drinks, and grime lifted from the floor and tables, gathering neatly before dropping into the waste bin. Scattered cups floated back to the bar, polished and perfectly arranged.
In seconds, the hall was spotless.
Mirajane froze, eyes wide. "What kind of magic was that?"
They had never seen anything like it.
"It's a household spell," Rowan replied calmly. "I picked it up while traveling. Not useful for combat. Just cleaning."
He resumed eating, tail curling around his spoon.
If he planned to stay in the guild and focus on study, he couldn't contribute nothing. Repairing the hall, keeping things tidy, and supporting the guild in quiet ways mattered.
As for money, he wasn't worried. With spatial magic, he could make a living anywhere.
Mirajane smiled and gently patted his head. "You really know a lot of magic, Rowan."
The cat body responded instinctively to the touch before Rowan pulled away, composure restored. "Most of it isn't combat-related. I can't compare to everyone else."
"You don't need to," Jet said with a grin. "Just keep that repair magic sharp. Anyone who messes with you, we'll twist their head off."
It was half a joke.
Half.
Everyone laughed, and Rowan smiled faintly. Having a powerful guild at his back made this world feel far safer than before.
After dinner, Mirajane hauled a thoroughly drunk Cana onto her shoulder, and the group headed toward the city center. Levy and her team returned to the dorms, while Rowan split off toward his inn.
Back in his room, Rowan reviewed what he'd learned and began practicing Giant Magic. He started small, attempting to enlarge individual fingers and toes, carefully testing control.
The following days settled into a peaceful rhythm.
Rowan arrived at the guild early each morning, studied in the library, pestered Makarov with questions, and occasionally repaired the hall or helped clean. Most evenings, he left with Levy's team unless they were out on missions.
Gradually, he came to know the guild better.
He learned that Natsu didn't merely use fire magic. He wielded Dragon Slayer Magic, the magic of dragons themselves, capable of devouring flames to grow stronger. Against ordinary fire mages, it was a natural counter.
He learned Natsu had been raised by a dragon, taught magic by one, before it vanished without explanation.
A human raised by a dragon.
Rowan found the thought… interesting.
More than once, he caught himself wondering whether his future wand might involve a certain pink-haired Dragon Slayer.
Dragon hair would make an excellent core, he thought calmly.