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Aha! He knew it! That's what Conan was thinking about. And...truthfully, Treyen didn't know exactly how a Snitch worked, he's never seen one being made, but it would be fairly brilliant to see it, no?
He wasn't going to make this one go into little pieces just to find it out, though, maybe if he caught another one...
...but he didn't know if that was happening or not.
"I think...maybe Professor Vindictus knows how," besides being involved in Quidditch, professionally, he ought to know those little secrets, right? "Or maybe some book may have that information," because it shouldn't be a secret, right? And it couldn't all be magic, there had to be something else as well. Unless it truly was all magical. All charms and spells. "I attribute it all to magic, though," Wright worked with both metal and charms, so, it may be all magical after all.
VINDICTUS! That was his name. But he lived in the outside. Like right outside. He couldn't stay inside forever, but he had to think of a way to get outside.
"Don't worry. I intend to go to the library as soon as I leave you. I might take a sandwich, and stay there all night." Or until he got kicked out anyway.
"Can't all be magic. It is cold, and metallic." He felt the cold. He knew that is was barely magical. He would find out though. Oh yes he would. When he got his hands on a snitch. He could ask Vindictus for one.