[ Poppy brings her hands together, gripping her small satchel tight between them. ]

We're probably under some kind of spell or magical effect. Most likely the doing of whoever wrote that cryptic note.

[ Who is presumably also the person who has brought them all here. Poppy doesn't like this feeling, of being without her magic, and feeling compelled to be so close to someone she's only just met. And yet, she can't stop herself from glancing down at his hands, wondering how they would feel in hers. ]