"That's fine," Declan said opening his eyes at last. He held the satchel close to his heart with gentle hands. "Just concentrate. You know how it goes." Declan fully believed that the power of three was stronger than the power of one even if the other powers were usually powerful pains on his brown butt.

"Yes, yes, brave Gryffindor you," he muttered trying to keep his concentration. "I'm sure that's the only reason you were sorted into Gryffindor. Nothing to do with your bullheadedness. Now everybody shut up. I'm throwing them."

He tugged on the cords opening up the satchel and in a practiced move, Declan tossed the bones, shells, and dried nuts kept in the satchel towards the circle. They flew past the circle, skidding across the floor. They laid there still for several seconds before a loud swoosh collected them and they flew back into the circle on their own accord, tossing and moving noisily before finally remaining still once more.

"It never gets old," Declan said in amazed voice, eyes sparkling, as he stooped near the bones, waving one hand carefully over them without touching. "Okay, shush. I gotta concentrate. Last time I read them wrong and we ended up trying to dig our way to the bottom of the lake through Greenhouse number three."