What was this? Fletcher stumbled out of the forest and into a clearing, where a huge stone basin with soft wisps of grey smoke reeling off it was resting on top of a crumbling pillar. “Is this a….a…”

He leaned in toward the bowl to get a look at it. Were there figures moving in there?! He’d never seen such a thing. Fletcher was entranced, his nose getting too close to the surface of the memor, and in fact touching the liquid inside. With a loud WHOOOSH only he could hear, the cursebreaker was sucked in to someone else’s pensieve.