Alright, alright, there was a panic. He understood that. He was somewhat feeling panic himself. This was meant to be his ticket out of here too, you know? They weren't the only ones who wanted magic back. "It was supposed to work," he pocketed his wand, rubbing his translucent temples with his translucent hands. "The book said... All we needed was the hotspot and the spell." He was speaking to himself more than he was speaking to address the headmaster or the glaring woman with the nails.
What went wrong? Why didn't it work?
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