October 20, 1992, 3:00 PM, Empty Classroom, Hogwarts
Adam Clarke
As I stood alone in the empty classroom, the subdued light filtering through the slightly dusty windows, I resisted the urge to huff in annoyance. Days had passed, and my determination remained unwavering, even in the face of repeated failures at using wandless magic.
I couldn’t allow myself to give up on something as intriguing and potentially powerful as this.
Taking a seat for a quick rest, I began to daydream again about the possibilities.
I saw myself conjuring protective barriers at a moment’s notice, deflecting spells with subtle flicks of my fingers, and launching devastating offensive strikes with a mere thought.
Of course, it would be nice if I could just get even Lumos to work. I thought, my delusion of grandeur dying away to reveal the inside of the empty classroom again.
The sense of frustration lingered, but I knew that impatience wouldn’t lead me to success. I let out a sigh of resignation and decided to extend the break from my practice.
I made my way to the window and unlatched it, allowing the cool breeze to flow into the room. The distant sounds of the gentle rustling of leaves and the students in the castle grounds provided a soothing backdrop to my thoughts.
Leaning against the windowsill, I gazed out at the world below. I observed the students from different magical schools as they mingled and conversed in their distinct groups. My eyes briefly wandered to the structure Uagadou had carved out of the mountain, scrutinizing it.
That had been the work of wandless magic, had it not?
With a determined expression, I turned away from the mirror, resolving to continue my practice. This was something I needed to learn.
Taking a deep breath, I focused my thoughts, preparing to make another attempt. The room around me seemed to hold its breath as I concentrated, hoping that this time, my efforts would yield the desired results.
Following Professor Isaka’s directions meticulously, I tried to cast Lumos without a wand, once more. I felt the familiar tingle of magic coursing through my arm, but once again, nothing happened.
I took a moment to steady my breathing and clear my mind before my annoyance tried to reassert itself.
Wandless magic was a branch which required a deep connection between one’s thoughts, emotions, and intent. Perhaps my frustration and impatience were hindering my progress. With renewed determination, I decided to try again, this time focusing not on the end result but on the harmony of my inner state.
The spell had to flow naturally, an extension of my will.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, blocking out the distractions around me. I pictured the small, silver light I aimed to produce, visualizing it as an extension of my own being. I could feel the tingle in my arm once more, but this time, I concentrated on allowing it to flow freely and unencumbered.
“Lumos.” I whispered, pouring my intent into the spell.
Nothing— or was it? I saw my magic shift in the same way I had seen already, when Harry had done it.
My eyes widened with a spark of triumph.
True, I had failed, but something in my approach had resembled something close to success, and so I had to follow that thread until its conclusion. And so, I moved to sit at the table, writing down my thoughts in my trusty research journal; the fourth one I’d gone through, I believed? Perhaps the fifth.
Wandless magic is a branch which is wholly personal and instinctual. I began to write. The students from Uagadou seem to have an easier time of it than anyone. Why is that?
I considered that question for a moment. I had taken it upon myself to watch them, to see if I could glean anything. In terms of power and skill, they seemed to be on the same level as everyone else— they simply didn’t use wands.
Initial impressions had been centered around the idea that Uagadou students have a higher focus level than students from other countries. I wrote and leaned back in my chair, pondering the words. Yet, the few who had attended the seminar with myself and Tony had faced an equal measure of trouble. A clear counterexample. Not to sound egotistical, but my own focus was considerable, and yet I struggle, still. Focus, therefore, cannot be the issue, then.
Professor Isaka’s words about wandless magic being personal and instinctual echoed in my mind once more. Perhaps I had been approaching it from the wrong angle, trying to simplify the matter to one of focus and focus alone.
“Instinctual. Personal.” I said out loud, putting the pen down. “Personal.“
I went to the center of the room and closed my eyes.
“Deeply personal.” I murmured. “Different from anything I’ve done, so far.”
With a newfound determination, I decided to let go of the rigid structure I had in my mind and allow my instincts to guide me. Wandless magic had to be an extension of myself, an expression of my instincts themselves. I took a deep breath.
“Personal.” I muttered to myself again, wrestling with the concept.
The cool air wrapped around me as I delved into my thoughts, seeking a breakthrough. Determination to succeed lent me the resolve I sorely needed.
With each passing moment, I became more aware of my own presence within the room. The sensation of my breath, the awareness of my body’s position, and the rhythmic flow of my energy became more pronounced.
My limbs began to move in a fluid but unstructured manner, almost resembling a martial arts kata but without any predetermined sequence— were anyone to see me now, they would have laughed at how silly I likely looked.
The sweat on my brow and the fatigue in my muscles, however, confirmed the intensity of my efforts. I had to put everything I had into it, appearances be damned.
Let go of any errant thoughts. Don’t think, act.
I reached deep within, connecting with the magic that flowed within me. I envisioned the silver light as a part of myself, a natural extension of my being. The tingle of magic in my arm intensified, but this time, I didn’t resist it or try to direct or mold it into any specific shape.
Trust in yourself, and let go.
Instead, I let it flow freely. allowing it to take the form it desired. Eyes opened as lips parted, and I spoke the incantation softly, almost as if it were a whisper to magic itself. “Lumos.”
A mote of silver light blinked into existence from my outstretched palm, casting a warm and inviting glow. It danced and flickered for a few moments before dying out as suddenly as it came.
The spell had been even weaker than Tony’s attempt during the seminar, but I didn’t care. The feeling of accomplishment filled me with an indescribable sense of triumph.
The adrenaline that had propelled me through my intense training began to fade, leaving me with a growing sense of weakness. It was as though every ounce of energy had been drained from my body, leaving me feeling utterly spent. My legs, once sturdy and strong, now quivered beneath me.
As the reality of my exhaustion set in, I sank to my knees on the cold classroom floor. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my muscles felt heavy and unresponsive. Beads of sweat clung to my forehead, mixing with the dirt and dust that clung to my skin. I had pushed myself a little too hard, and now I was paying the price.
Despite the physical weakness that threatened to overwhelm me, a spark of satisfaction burned within. Even if it was only a partial success, it was a significant step forward.
“Effort and…” I struggled to say as I got up, staggering towards the chair to the side and taking a seat. “Perseverance.”
I stared at my journal for a moment before shaking my head and reaching into my pack and pulling a vial of blue potion. “Bottoms up.”
I uncorked the vial and brought it to my lips, drinking down the soothing blue potion in one go. The draught coursed through me, revitalizing my weary body and banishing the exhaustion that had threatened to overwhelm me just moments before. It was a welcome relief, and I could feel my strength returning with each passing second.
As the last traces of fatigue faded away, I couldn’t help but smile with glee.
The laughter bubbled up from deep within me, a release of pent-up tension and exhilaration. It was a joyous moment, one filled with the realization that I had just inadvertently made one of my childhood dreams come true.
I couldn’t help but think about all the stories, shows, and books that had fueled my imagination and inspired me in my old life. I remembered stepping away from my computer, closing my eyes, and pretending to be my favorite characters.
A chuckle passed my lips as the thought of blasting out a Kamehameha from my hands crossed my mind.
“Ridiculous.” I muttered, though I still had a smile on my face. Perhaps not so impossible of a prospect, but I probably wouldn’t be destroying things anytime soon, considering that I couldn’t even produce a little light.
I raised my hand to my face, staring at my open palm before clenching it. One step at a time, Clarke. Getting a handle on wandless magic was going to be a challenging journey, but, now that I had an avenue of approach, I was ready for it.
And so, I wrote, absorbed in the act of jotting down my recent magical discoveries. The room was quiet, save for the scratching of my pen on paper.
I recorded the details of my latest attempt, the measure of my success, as well as theories and postulations of how it could be improved upon: perhaps slowing the pace of my movements, or an exploration into the nature of spirituality to better increase my understanding of myself. I wasn’t sure I’d even try most of these out, but it didn’t hurt to simply have them there as future options.
Suddenly, a distinctive sequence of loud knocks resonated through the room, breaking my concentration.
It was the pattern I had established for a specific visitor I’d been waiting for. Without hesitation, I reached for my wand and swished it at the door to unlock it.
It swung open, revealing nothing to ordinary eyes, but the faint distortion in the air indicated that someone was currently invisible. The door closed behind them, and the telltale magical distortion dissipated, revealing Draco Malfoy, folding a silvery sheet into his pack.
An invisibility cloak. I thought, intrigued. Never seen a regular one before.
“Malfoy.” I greeted him with a nod, not the least bit surprised by his sudden presence. “You made it.”
Draco, his expression a mix of determination and eagerness, didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. “As we agreed upon. Ready for that duel, Black?”
I set my pen down and leaned back in my chair, regarding him with a knowing smile.
“Of course. But first, a bit of paperwork, if you don’t mind.” I said, reaching for my journal to record the final bit of my last hypothesis.
Draco let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes. “You and that journal.”
I chuckled, jotting down a few notes before closing the journal with a snap. “It helps me keep track of things, Malfoy. Now, let’s get to the matter at hand.”
With that, I stowed it safely on the desk before getting up.
“Are you sure you’re ready for a duel?” Malfoy said, gesturing at Adam. “You look out of sorts.”
Malfoy’s observation made me pause for a moment. I glanced down at my disheveled appearance and the still-damp clothes I was wearing. It was true; I hadn’t taken the time to freshen up after my rigorous wandless magic practice. A faint flush of embarrassment colored my cheeks.
“Well.” I replied with a sheepish grin. “I might not look the part right now, but appearances can be deceiving. Besides, I’ve had a good share of duels under less than ideal conditions.”
Malfoy regarded me with a skeptical look but seemed willing to accept my response. “Very well, Clarke. If you’re sure you’re up for it.”
I nodded, more determined than ever. “Absolutely. Let’s do this.”
I wordlessly moved the other empty desks with a wave of my wand before gesturing for the both of us to go to the center.
I ignored Malfoy’s raised eyebrow and asked. “How do you want me to do this? Not to offend you, but if I take this all the way, I will beat you quickly, and you won’t really learn anything.”
“Duel me as you did with Greengrass. I wish to see how I would fare.” Draco said, bristling as he suppressed the urge to insult me.
He knew I was right, after all. The boy had known that for over a year now, and while he may wish it were different, he was the one asking for my help.
“Very well.” I said and took up my position. “Ready when you are.”
Draco wasted no time, casting spells my way as soon as the duel began. His voice was sharp and focused; he was determined to prove himself.
“Stupefy!” he shouted, sending a Stunning Spell toward me. I swiftly sidestepped, avoiding the crimson bolt.
“Expelliarmus!” Draco followed up, attempting to disarm me. I reacted quickly, flicking my wand and deflecting his Disarming Charm to the side, causing it to crash into a desk and send it flying with a loud clatter.
But Draco was not done.
“Everte Statum!” he bellowed, aiming to knock me off balance. I swiveled and took a step backward, avoiding the jet of orange light that shot past me.
Our duel continued in this fashion for a few seconds longer.
As I deftly deflected three more of Draco’s spells, I couldn’t help but acknowledge his progress. While the spells he cast were relatively simple, their precision and power were evident.
It was clear that he had dedicated himself to mastering the basics of spellcasting, which was a crucial foundation for any skilled wizard.
Our duel continued, the rhythm of our movements and the exchange of spells intensifying. Draco’s determination to prove himself was palpable, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect for his dedication to improvement. This wasn’t just a sparring match; it was a demonstration of his commitment to becoming a better wizard.
I couldn’t help but smile as I raised my wand, ready to cast spells that I knew would challenge Draco’s skills. With determination, he dodged my spells and collided his own against those he could not, displaying impressive agility and focus. It was clear that he was giving his all in this duel.
As we continued our intense exchange of spells, I decided to introduce a surprise element. With a swift incantation, a vine shot out from the ground, aiming to entangle Draco’s foot.
However, he displayed remarkable reflexes and managed to slice the vine with a loud. “Diffindo!”
But in the heat of the moment, Draco failed to notice the Disarming Charm I had silently cast, and it was already on its way to him.
With sudden force, the spell struck his wand hand. He resisted it for all of an instant before his wand flew out of his grip, clattering on the stone floor a few feet away.
Draco stared in surprise at his empty hand while I pointed my wand at him, a small smile on my face.
A moment’s silence passed before I spoke again. “You’ve done well.”
Draco didn’t say anything, instead moving to get his wand again and staring at it.
“You all right, Malfoy?”
“Done well?” He finally said, repeating my words as he stowed his wand in his pocket. “I didn’t even touch you.”
His face was scrunched in a clear expression of frustration.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response.
Suddenly I understood how Moody had felt when I’d complained about losing.
“Hitting me with a spell isn’t the only measure of success, Malfoy. You knew going in that you weren’t going to win.” I said and continued before he could argue. “You displayed impressive spellwork and quick thinking, and you held your own for quite some time.”
Draco’s expression remained skeptical, but I hoped that my words would at least offer some encouragement. “Right.”
“I’ll tell you this.” I said, giving him another nod. “You’re a quicker caster than Greengrass.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” I confirmed, but shook my head. “She’s more subtle than you, though.”
Draco seemed to be processing my feedback, his skepticism giving way to a thoughtful expression. “Subtle, huh?”
“She’s likely not the only one.” I warned him further. “Dueling is an art with a variety of styles. You seem to favor one based on the use of Charms, Jinxes and Hexes with direct effects. However, you might find yourself facing off against someone who employs the use of Transfiguration to achieve their goals through misdirection, or the control of the very battlefield.”
Draco absorbed my words, taking them to heart.
“I suppose I could work on watching out for that sort of thing.” He said, before looking like he was forcing himself to say something. “Thanks for the duel, Black. It’s been… enlightening.”
That took some guts on his part to say. I thought to myself as I gave the boy a nod. “You’re welcome. Good luck on your preliminary.”
With that, Draco nodded and headed towards the door, leaving me alone in the classroom with my thoughts.
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October 20, 1992, 4:00 PM, Woolworth Building, New York
Porpentina Goldstein
She found herself in her office, engrossed in reading a letter from her husband:
“My Dearest Tina,
I hope this letter finds you well and brings a smile to your face, even if it’s just a small one. I find myself thinking of you constantly, even when I’m knee-deep in the most peculiar creatures in the world. You have a way of staying in my heart no matter where I am.
Every day, I discover new creatures and marvel at the wonders of the magical world, but you remain the most extraordinary thing in my life.
I hope Jacob and Queenie are in high spirits. I can’t wait to see them, and you, soon.
Speaking of family, I have made arrangements to attend the first inter-school Quidditch match at Hogwarts. It will give me some time with Anthony, and I look forward to getting to know the young man.
Remember that no matter the distance that separates us, my heart is always with you. I eagerly await the day when I can return to your side and hold you close.
Yours Always,
Newt.”
The content brought a warm smile to her face, and she carefully folded it up, tucking it away with a sense of cherished familiarity.
Newt Scamander had a way with words, even after many decades of marriage, always knowing how to convey his sentiments in the most touching manner.
Leaning back in her chair, Porpentina reflected on the bond they shared and the enduring love that had carried them through the years.
Their connection had weathered numerous challenges and adventures, and it remained as strong as ever.
She missed Newt terribly, and the demands of her work had kept her from finding a moment to catch up.
As she sat in her office, thoughts of their reunion at Christmas filled her heart with warmth. She resolved to make the most of that time together.
No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than a soft knock sounded at her office door.
“Come in.”
Caboldie entered the office, carrying yet another stack of parchment she’d set him out to collect.
Porpentina couldn’t help but feel a sense of exasperation building. The paperwork seemed never-ending, a constant reminder of the bureaucratic side of her job that she often found tedious.
However, before she could express her displeasure, Porpentina noticed the pleased look on Caboldie’s face. It was a stark contrast to her own growing frustration.
“What’s got you in a good mood, rookie?” She inquired, her curiosity now piqued.
“Found a date, maybe?” She said in a playful tone, a smile tugging at her lips when she noticed the blush creeping up his neck.
“No, no.” He stammered, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I mean, I do have a date later this week— but that’s not why I’m happy right now.”
Intrigued by his response, Porpentina watched as Caboldie set the stack of paperwork on her desk and then used his finger to push the topmost item toward her.
As she read the contents of the form, her eyes widened slightly.
It was an approved request form to retrieve Veritaserum from the department’s stores.
Porpentina was curious; she had anticipated an additional two weeks of waiting for approval.
“However did you manage to get this done so quickly?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Caboldie shifted somewhat uncomfortably. “That’s… kind of why I have a date at the end of the week.”
“Oh?” Porpentina’s interest was piqued, and she leaned in to listen to his explanation.
And, explain he did. “Well, it turns out one of the witches working there knew me from school and, um, may still have a bit of a soft spot for me.”
Porpentina couldn’t help but smile at the revelation. “My my, it seems your personal charm is proving to be quite an asset, Lewis. Keep up the good work— and congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Lewis replied, his own smile reflecting the satisfaction of his successful endeavor.
“I take it that you’ve already brought the vials with you?” Porpentina inquired.
With a confident nod, Lewis reached into his robe’s pocket and produced a set of vials filled with clear liquid. “Seven vials, as requested.”
“Very good.” Porpentina remarked as she got up from her desk, her expression determined. “Maybe we’ll finally get some answers.”
With a sense of purpose, she and Lewis headed towards the office door and then to the elevator. Along the way, they exchanged nods and greetings with other officers.
Porpentina and Lewis descended in the elevator to the lower levels of the facility, heading towards the holding cells.
As they arrived, they approached the Auror in charge of the prisoners, a man whose name she wasn’t familiar with.
Luckily, Lewis, in his excitement, took the initiative, sparing Tina the embarrassment.
“Anderson.” Caboldie said, shaking hands with the man. “It’s been too long.”
Auror Anderson, a stout man with a gruff exterior, regarded Lewis with a raised eyebrow. “Caboldie! Haven’t seen you since training. What do they have you doing now?”
“Assistant to Madam Goldstein.” He said, as he began to gesture at his companion. “Madam Goldstein, this is Auror Anderson— we did our basic training together.”
The two shook hands.
“Auror Anderson.”
“Ma’am.” He said back, his smile polite. “May I ask why you’ve come down here?”
“Of course.” Porpentina began. “We will need access to the holding cells for an interrogation.”
“I see.” He said, nodding as he led the two to his desk. “And I assume you have the requisite forms?”
“Yes. Here you go.” Lewis stepped forward, placing them on the desk.
The Auror inspected the form carefully, his expression gradually softening as he recognized the official authorization.
“I see.” He said, nodding in understanding. “You’re cleared to proceed. Just follow me.”
As they walked through the corridor towards the holding cells, Porpentina felt a sense of anticipation building.
“And here we are. Section C.” Anderson said, gesturing at the series of cells ahead. “Anyone specific among the prisoners you wish to speak to first?”
Porpentina nodded and provided the name of the man she believed to be the leader of the group.
“We’ll start with him.” She said. “Of them all, he seems like the one with the information we need.”
Anderson led them to the designated cell and unlocked the door, allowing Porpentina and Lewis to step inside.
The prisoner, a man with a hardened expression, looked up with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as they entered.
The room was small and dimly lit, with a single chair facing the prisoner, ready for the interrogation to begin.
“Here for another round?” The man said, his words tinged with the distinct accent of his Latin American background.
Porpentina approached the man with a steady gaze, her determination clear in her eyes.
“We have some questions for you.” She stated firmly.
The prisoner remained stoic and uncooperative, saying nothing in response as he leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed in defiance.
Porpentina noticed Lewis’s subtle movement as he positioned himself behind the man, ready to cast the Confundus Charm.
With a flick of his wand, the man’s expression grew vacant, and his resistance weakened.
“Hold his head back.” Porpentina instructed, and Lewis complied without hesitation.
Carefully, she held the vial of Veritaserum over the man’s mouth and tipped it, counting three precise drops before moving the vial away.
The serum began to take effect, and the prisoner’s eyes lost their defiant glare, replaced by a glassy gaze that hinted at the truth that would soon be revealed.
“What is your name?”
“Alexander Rodriguez.” He replied truthfully, his voice devoid of any deception.
“Date of birth?”
“March fifteen, nineteen sixty eight.”
Porpentina and Lewis exchanged a somber glance as they continued their questioning, determined to extract all relevant information.
“Why do you think you have been arrested?” Porpentina inquired.
“For all the crimes I’ve done.”
Lewis, perhaps driven by a sense of urgency, pressed further. “And what have you done?”
The Veritaserum compelled the man to reveal a deluge of horrifying crimes having nothing to do with what they had captured him for.
By his fifth sentence, Porpentina intervened, her voice firm. “That’s enough. We don’t need to hear this.”
The man quieted instantly.
Porpentina turned her attention to her assistant, Lewis, offering guidance.
“Rookie mistake, kid.” She chided gently. “Keep your questions specific, otherwise you get… That.”
Lewis, still visibly shaken by the unsettling horrors he had just been forced to listen to, could only nod mutely.
Porpentina refocused her attention on their prisoner. “You kidnapped those three children, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” Porpentina pressed, seeking to get an idea of what they were dealing with. “For what purpose?”
“I didn’t ask.” The man admitted. “Got given a lot of money in exchange. You learn quick not to ask too many questions in this business.”
Porpentina had anticipated such an answer, but now she had a crucial avenue of interrogation to follow. “And you were paid in gold, is that correct?”
“Yes. Payment was received up front. In gold.” The man confirmed.
“Describe the gold to me.” Porpentina probed further.
The man’s response sent a chill down her spine. “Strange coins, shaped into octagons with a funny word on them.”
“Dragot?” Tina said, her eyes widening with alarm as she exchanged a worried glance with Lewis, who was diligently recording every detail. “Is Dragot the funny word you spoke of?”
“Yes.”
Porpentina continued her questioning, her instincts alert to any inconsistencies in the man’s story.
“And where is this payment of yours?” She inquired.
“I stashed it all.” He replied, providing the location of a safehouse, which Lewis dutifully wrote down.
However, something didn’t quite add up in Porpentina’s mind. And so, she pressed further, ever watchful of the man’s face for any sign that he was resisting the effects of the truth potion.
“I seem to remember you hadn’t received it, from your chat with your associates. Could you explain?”
The man’s response was chilling in its simplicity.
“I lied to them.” He confessed. “She paid us with enough gold to retire for good. I was just gonna kill them and make off with it.”
Porpentina leaned forward, her interest piqued by the mention of a female employer.
Finally. Was this the next lead?
“She?” She probed further. “Who is she? What’s her name?”
The man, compelled by the Veritaserum, provided a frustrating answer. “I don’t know. She’s just my employer.”
“Describe this employer for me. Her height, age, physical features, leave nothing out.” She ordered.
The man complied with this request, at least. “She’s five foot four, light-skinned, wearing a strange black robe. I could never see her face.”
Intrigued by the description, Porpentina dug deeper. “Tell me about the robe. What’s so strange about it?”
“The back of it had some kind of glowing skull— looked like a demon out of Hell…” The man’s words hung ominously in the air before he froze, his eyes widening in terror.
Porpentina and Lewis exchanged a concerned glance, baffled by the sudden change in the prisoner’s demeanor.
“Did the serum lose its effect?” Tina asked, her voice tinged with worry.
Lewis shook his head. “No, it’s rated for at least ten more minutes… I don’t know what—”
Before he could finish his sentence, chaos erupted. The prisoner began to thrash violently, his body contorting in agony as he clawed at his own face. Blisters formed on his skin, causing him unimaginable pain.
Porpentina sprang into action, summoning medical assistance as she leveled her wand at the man. Stupefy!
The man’s screams stopped, and the two realized that he hadn’t been the only one.
“Quickly! Check the other cells!” Tina ordered and quickly ran her wand over the prisoner, hoping beyond hope to stop things from spiraling further out of control.
Getting herself under control, she tried every counter at her disposal, to no avail. The Curse had turned inward at this point, attacking his vulnerable organs with an alacrity that surprised even her.
Porpentina stepped back from the unresponsive man, a sense of foreboding settling over her.
She watched as Lewis entered the room through the door, his expression grave.
“The others?” She inquired, though she knew what his answer would be.
Lewis shook his head as he gestured toward the numerous Aurors who were now flooding the area, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn of events.
“What was that?” Lewis asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and disgust.
Porpentina shook her head, her expression troubled as well.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen its like.” She admitted. “But whatever it was, it was meant to take care of any tattletales, I’d wager. Obviously in the most painful way imaginable. A terrible, Dark Curse.”
As the authorities began to investigate the disturbing incident, Porpentina couldn’t shake the feeling that they had stumbled upon something much darker and more dangerous than they had assumed.
The man’s final words, of a mysterious woman in a black robe and the demon symbol on the back of it remained in her mind.
Porpentina knew that they were getting closer to uncovering the truth, but they still had much work ahead of them to connect the dots.
She wished Newt was there. She could use a hug after that.
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