The tone in Alain's voice made Memphis stand a little easier. The anger he had been feeling moments ago was starting to dissipate. Alain was here, he was alive, and he was acting like his normal self. That made it easier for Memphis to get over how he was feeling. It wasn't like Memphis to hold onto negative feelings. He let them wash over him and then drip away. As he stared back at his friend he felt himself calming down, his cheeks not burning nearly as hot anymore. It was a relief to see his friend again. And it was also kind of funny to picture Alain working as a muggle. The corners of the former Ravenclaw's mouth turned up just a hint as he imagined Alain doing manual labor. Of him being completely in the dark about the magic and mysteries of the world. It was a little entertaining, but he had to keep that to himself for now. He doubted Alain was in the mood to be yelled at and then made fun of. As Memphis probed further about the 'friend' he could see the change in Alain's attitude. Although it wasn't much Memphis was trained in knowing his friends body language. He knew when a fight wasn't worth it. He could tell when he had gotten all he could from the other elemental and pushing further would be futile. He resigned to let the information he was given be enough... for now... as he slid his hands into his pockets.
It was intriguing that Alain happen to run into an old friend, at a Muggle museum, who was just the person who could reverse the effects of the curse. Memphis wanted to ask more questions. Wanted to poke holes in the story he was being given, but he held his tongue for now. If he started demanding information or accusing this other person Alain was clam up tight and he wouldn't ever hear another peep about it. Sometimes it was difficult talking to the French man. Memphis felt like he had to navigate perfectly to get anything out of him. Like one misstep and the information would forever be lost to him. It was like this when things were important, sometimes it was even like this when they weren't. He had grown used to it by now. As frustrating as it was to only have bits of the story Memphis had kind of missed this. He hoped Alain wasn't doing it on purpose but the way he kept information from Memphis only made him more interested. Alain was an interesting friend to have, that had always been true. "Okay, well I'm glad he was able to fix you. I can't imagine you being happy in the muggle world." Memphis said with a tiny bit of playfulness in his tone. "It can be so boring." Growing up half in and half out Memphis had a unique perspective of the muggle world. His mother hated all things magical, she had tried to raise him the same, they were never very close.
Of course Memphis wasn't just going to write Alain off as a loss. Yes what happened sucked but he was back now and Memphis was over it. It was easy for him to shift so quickly. It didn't really matter that he left anymore, he was back, that mattered. Of course Memphis would probably return to being pissed at him for disappearing when it suited him, but for now, he relaxed. Nodding sharply Memphis understood that the research wasn't finished. He understood Alain's inclination to not share anything more. There was no use in giving him only half conceived theories and bits of information. Memphis wouldn't learn anything from that. So he again let the topic slide off the table. Thankfully Alain changed it quickly and his next words made a bright smile form on the Elemental's face. He had missed being able to talk to someone about his element. Sure there were people around he could chat with but he didn't have the relationship with them that he had with Alain. They had gone through the same things, around the same time, and they were similar in many ways and different in just as many. It made for riveting conversation, at least in Memphis' mind. And now it was time for show and tell and boy did he have something to show.
He took a deep breath and then started to speak. "Well morphing is basically second nature now, after quite a bit of practice I can do it without much concentration. Once I broke through that door it seemed like everything else started to fall into place." Memphis remembered the days when he could barely morph without feeling like he was drowning himself. It was a strange feeling. It was completely foreign to him but every bit of his being was screaming for him to complete the morph. Like his body needed it. And it turned out, it had. After he finished speaking he took a few steps away from Alain and stood in the middle of the snowy, grassy, courtyard between the Shrines. A few months ago he would not of dreamed of trying this spell here. He had barely survived when he did it in the middle of no where but now he had more confidence in himself. The Shrine of his element being so close served to steady his nerves too. Slowly he brought his hands up in front of his stomach and then looked back at Alain with a smile "Hold on to your Bonnet Mr. St. Clare." He said playfully before his attention returned to his hands. He felt his element coursing through him as he spoke the words. He moved his hands in the shape of a cyclone around one another as he finally said the incantation. "TYPH HELIX!" Whether the air came from his hands or was pulled down from the sky was a bit unclear because in seconds a funnel cloud had erupted from the sky and connected to the one he had created between his palms.
The sky was darkened but his smile only brightened as he watched the tornado thrash around. Months ago Memphis couldn't keep a hold on it. Months ago it had gone rogue and ripped through the brush and tried to kill him and another student who took refuge in a cave. Things were different now. Maybe having Alain nearby helped him stay even more focused, he wasn't entirely sure, but he was concentrating on the vortex he had created so he would think about that later. As his hands spun around each other the tornado attempted to rip away from him like it had before. He was able to keep hold of it but it was taxing on his energy. After a minute or two Memphis struggled to keep the cyclone in his grasp. He knew it was time to reign it in and thankfully the words were on the tip of his tongue. "TYPH TRANQUILLA" He spoke, slightly short of breath, and soon the clouds moved away and the funnel retreated back into his hands before it was gone completely. He turned on his heel, facing his friend, with a proud grin on his features.