Presley was angry. This rune, was not in ANY of the translating books she had grabbed! She stood up, and grabbed her shoes, ready to throw the book across the room. She glanced at it one last time, and suddenly it clicked into place. It wasn't a rune! Presley groaned, and sat back down. It was a depiction of the Deathly Hallows. Why did Beedle the Bard have to make up his own freaking symbols? It would have been easier had he put a caption next to the stupid non-rune. Presley glanced around, and hoped that nobody had seen her open display or temper.