#45: Torch
“Take this torch, Draco,” Lucius ordered, thrusting a sleek device into Draco’s outstretched hand. Our tent was much bigger than everyone else’s; Lucius insisted that it look big on the outside as well, not just on the inside. He favored outward appearance, anyways, and so did I.
We trooped back to the campsite holding the torch. It was surprisingly illuminating, much better than the one Muggles used.
“How is it so bright?” I asked Lucius as we followed Draco’s pale hair. I glanced curiously at it.
He raised an eyebrow, just like he used to. “It’s called magic, dear. Magic.”
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