12: Ni-Bump-ght - Ayala

Harry didn't stop walking away from the lake as she asked how he was going to go.
"Well we could take a boat but it's a long walk once we cross the lake." He dangled something loose and metallic from his pocket, his car keys. "So we go over the bridge and drive round."
Ayala had no way of knowing this but Harry's car was not modern, it was a Renault 16 from about 1967. The reason he had 'a classic car' was that is had nothing computerised in it. Magic had a side effect, over use it yourself and you got something called hyperthaumaturgical degradation, known to everyone else as permanent brain damage. This same effect caused active microchips critical damage, hence him driving a car with no modern electronics.
He never kept it locked here on the island because no one would be stupid enough to mess with it. Harry was not famed for his tolerance especially when people messed with his stuff. He opened the passenger door for Ayala, not out of any sense of being gentlemanly but he didn't know if she knew what a car was. The spear would have to go in through the hatchback.