He nods slowly, finding the mundane life to have a certain sort of beauty, really, before Hermione mentions magic and he stops, leaning back a little more and squinting. Turning his face away and moving his lips, mumbling to himself, Mac tries to recall anything about magic existing on Earth and comes up dry. Which isn't to say it never did, but his fascination with the pre-Golden Age Earth meant he did a lot of research.

"Magic?" he asks eventually, reaching up and smoothing a bit of hair from his face to looking more directly at the girl. "As in...? Nothing like here or like what I do, I would think? We...well, as far as I know, there's no records of magic existing before the Traveler came. And that would have been long after your time, I should think," he muses, fingers wiggling slightly as he counts to himself before nodding.

"Yes, centuries out of the way before it was common. You're saying there's magic even before then? That's...well, brilliant! Mercy, I wonder what the colleges would think of that...if they don't already know, but I would have thought they'd make it common knowledge if they knew. Certainly would change the way people look at Guardians, at any rate."