There was a time when he once would've offered to take Eden out for tacos after seeing the way she coveted the ones brought to AJ, but the look on his face now suggested something else entirely. Sometime along the lines of: Booht, do yer really need another taco, Eden? Do yer?

Magdalena Traulton was right.


He dipped one of his older quills into the ink and took it, drippingly to his parchment. The drawing was really a set of long and short boxes. The largest representing the body of the cell phone and then the smaller ones subsequent for the framelike thing around the screen and then the buttons themselves. He hadn't put two and two together, and so drew the time as a series of numbers separated by nothing more than a : .

It was richly symbolic, he decided, looking back on it. It was like the Muggles were trying to do some form of alchemy. "Siccus Aerous." He sprayed the thing with an aridity spell and stuffed it into his Muggle Studies notes and headed to the left with the rest of the clowns.

He witnessed his cousin making a hit for Slyterdor and decided to prep the slingshot quickly before Adi made his count. Cutty grabbed one of the softee balls and puuuuullled back on the slingshot before placing the ball against it.