That's right. We are straight through the looking glass.

[Barabas mutters softly, glancing around before fixing his gaze back on Atticus. The redhead nods, frowning.] So something is either blocking or draining magic. But apparently only selectively, given that our faerie friends here seem to have no trouble with theirs.

[And Barabas is still an impressive shade of blue.]

I think you're right about that. Whatever is going on, I'd feel better knowing what it is.