"Magic doors sometimes aren't," Eliot says dismissively, as though this is something he sees all the time, but his brows are starting to draw down into a frown. Because ... well, these doors don't feel like magic at all. They feel like something else entirely, but he's not sure what. He runs his fingers along the wood, still frowning, then trails around to the back side of the door.

Finally, shaking his head, he just reaches out and opens the damn thing, staring at the warm and cozy room that now sits on the other side of the open door.

"Hm."