Category: The Magic Quill

Jaan explained as he handed out the wands, and Slavik interpreted for him.

“He says wands are probably only good for one or two spells. To make proper wand, that does not burn out, you need wand.”

The Durmstrang lads were unnerved by the sound of the Augurey’s singing. They had all been taught some silly old superstition about the bird being a harbinger of misfortune. Rigel laughed at the lot of them.

After a long, fruitless search for a door into the Gringotts bird sanctuary and wand-tree preserve, the six would-be escapees remembered Rigel’s portable hole. Even with the hole stretched as far it would go, they had a tight squeeze though the six-foot-thick walls, even after months of near-starvation.

After a long, long ride in the ore carts – mostly downhill – the prisoners were stood on their feet again. The bonds on their hands were cut, and a heavy door slammed behind them.

Merlin and the four Slavs froze for a moment as Rigel’s worst nightmare loomed over him, obscenely obese, darkening with fury…

During a break at work, Endora sneaked a look at the notices in the Daily Prophet. Still no sign of the words “scala di seta” – she didn’t know how she could stand another week without the thrill and danger of meeting with Harvey’s adventurous circle. Nothing interesting happened in her life, except…

A certain, private parlor in the back of the Hog’s Head remained unoccupied the next week, while its regulars waited at home for a summons that did not come…

Testing, testing. Excellent! This is Bo Dwyer, feature writer for Broomstick and Wand. Welcome to my new program on the Wizarding Wireless Network, where anything at all could happen, but it would have to happen pretty #### fast to get past the ######## censor! But let’s get to the point. Today I have an exciting program for you! Back under one roof again for the first time in, oh, months and months, it’s Nasal Drip! Yes, folks, it’s none other than the edgy, angry musical trio whose last album was actually a collection of solo tracks by each member of the band, strung together—

Before Merlin had a chance to say what happened next to him and his companion Rigel during their long escape from Gringotts, the sound of a heartbreaking lament pierced the noise of the tavern and the isolated quiet of the little back parlor.