Late? How could he be late? Crazy barman. He didn't even give Dylan the right drink. Tasted a bit funny.

He held tightly onto his wand. He wondered how good Jake was at magic. Dylan knew a few things. But not alot. He wasn't magically inspired.

Practice. Yeah. He took a deep breath and cast a non-verbal protego. Shield up! Like a superhero. And shield down again.