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Character Name: Xenophilius Lovegood
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Played By: Rhys Ifans
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Physical Description: Tall, gangly and strange, Xenophilius Lovegood kind of does look like a guy who would be named Xenophilius Lovegood. His hair is white despite the fact his age has not advanced enough to cause this, and cut haphazard around his shoulders, or a little shorter. He is blue-eyed and a bit cross-eyed, which gives the effect of making it uncertain whether or not he's looking at you. He is habitually slouchy.
Sexuality: As a father and a widower, one can assume that Xenophilius is heterosexual, and as he is a minor character, this is about everything canon provides us. He has not married again after his wife died some seven to eight years ago, committed to being a (wonderful) single dad.
As a young man, he was probably a bit too quirky and quixotic and introverted to get himself a lot of play, but in the span before his marriage and even some recent years, once the guilt of it felt like less, he probably had a few sexual/romantic forays with like-minded witches. Since the death of his wife, I imagine these would have been brief, awkward, and ultimately severed by Xenophilius himself if the lady didn't get impatient first. This doesn't make him unhappy, it just is the way it is.
Alternative sexualities and gender types have never even occurred to him, but he would find nothing objectional about them. Probably even, academically speaking, fascinated. He is permanently open minded.
History: You can fact check over here, but I ended up writing everything out anyway.
The Lovegoods are a lineage of wizard that is patchy with half-bloods, Muggles and squibs, but in recent generations have condensed down to but a couple of branches, and these are very deeply seated in the wizard world. Raised in a humble and loving household, not unlike their neighbours, the Weasleys, Xenophilius was a book worm with an elaborate imagination, and the kind of gullibility that buys bridges. Upon entering Hogwarts, he was sorted into the Ravenclaw house, much to the disdain of his more traditionally intellectual peers.
Throughout teenagehood, he was reasonably outgoing, even if he tended to get bullied, mostly relying on the kindness of strangers to evade such incidences. In his last few years, he'd come into his own a little more, starting up the shortlived Hogsreade! school newspaper which saw a little popularity in its span of time, if only for comedy value -- he was the only one that took it seriously, and though he tried to pass the torch to junior students when he graduated, it lived and died with his academic life.
He started dating a woman who had been in his year at school, a fellow Ravenclaw named Melanie who prided herself on magical experimentation, often writing columns and academic journals on her findings. They married, and had a daughter named Luna.
Xenophilius was granted an internship at the Daily Prophet, and a sharp eye for words and editing turned this into his career. However, he never progressed much further than that, as he had more interest in writing about obscure and little known topics of interest, such as creatures that were mythological even by wizard standards, as well as outlandish sounding conspiracy theories in which the Ministry was the centre of, although he believed these to be of great importance and completely factual -- and sometimes they were. His stay there wound up being shortlived, especially when discovering how intensively the totally corrupt Ministry of Magic relied on the paper, and how much the Prophet benefited from this. Being more than a little anti-establishment as a general rule, Xenophilius quit.
He started The Quibbler instead, which was a magazine of the kind he wanted to write -- obscure, more than a little strange, and scraped in next to zero knuts, sickles or galleons. Those who wrote for it were never paid. The only time it ever really made big money was when he published Harry Potter's story of Voldemort's return, undergoing its first reprint before selling it to the Prophet for a good price.
Which is getting ahead in time. It was several years ago that Xenophilius was made a widower, his wife's magical experimenting getting the best of her in an unfortunate accident. He was never completely the same afterwards, his instabilities, quirks and strangeness all made a little more so when he threw himself into his work. Fortunately, he also excelled at raising his daughter on his own.
During the Second War, she was taken hostage by Death Eaters, due to Xenophilius' public support of Harry Potter. He very nearly abandoned all journalistic integrity and betrayed Harry Potter to certain doom in order to get her back, but she was fortunately rescued before either had to come to fruition.
In the wake of the War, the Lovegoods more or less settled back into their version of normalcy, with The Quibbler becoming very popular thanks to its resolute truth-telling during the Second War and its current support for the renewed Ministry -- not without a little nitpicking here and there, of course. By the time Xenophilius is brought to Baedal, he is content.
Powers: Xenophilius is your average wizard, happy to be one, and is very much an extreme example of this culture in his manner. That said, he is not actually a very fierce magic user. As a bright student of Hogwarts, he has a grasp on all basic fields of magic, but his strengths lay in theoretical practices, such as magical history and herbology. He knows a lot about folklore and obscure facts on magical creatures and legends (due to believing all of them), but is merely competent with a wand and loathes to use it for any violent reasons and purposes.
Talents/Abilities: As said, he is a master of obscure factoids, some of them real and some of them not -- either way, he takes them literally. It has proven useful in his canon, but probably will be less so in Baedal -- except that he will be able to mentally adjust pretty readily to most of anything thrown at him! So that's a strength.
He is also a writer and editor by trade, and likes gardening.
Personality: His name, roughly, translates into 'lover of the strange', and this is quite true. Upon meeting him, he himself is quite strange -- not only in appearance and his sense of dress ("he looks like an omlette"), but manner as well. His attitude is basically 'my beliefs, let me tell you them', and has a bit of an ignorance towards reactions that are cynical or generally disinterested. At his best, he is very friendly and outgoing, as well as genuinely kind, and has time for everyone.
Nearly everyone. Gullible though he may be, he is not wholly forgiving, sometimes speaking of jovial disdain for brown-noser journalists and oppressive government officials, and has a healthy fear of dark wizards, especially now that he has experienced first hand the measure of their cruelty.
Unlike his daughter, who has a natural kind of courage, Xenophilius is more the kind of brave that creates controversy and discussion, such as his anti-establishment articles and public support of risky topics, like Harry Potter. When it comes to confrontation, he has a weaker spine. When his daughter was taken from him, an admittedly extreme circumstance, he was more prepared to bow to the will of his enemies to get her back rather than find a way to fight, although it is possible he might have chosen the latter had there been the option.
Basically, he is peace-loving and a personal passivist, and ultimately harmless.
Oh, and a bit crazy. Did I not mention that?
That's probably an exaggeration of the truth, and what only unkind people might say, but scatter brained is absolutely valid. His attention span can be a bit flighty, his decisions a little unusual, and his daughter, Luna "Loony" Lovegood, can read a room better than this man can. When he gets Super Excited about a thing is when this comes up the most, occasionally scaring well-known authors into thinking he is a bit unbalanced or exasperating people with conversation that goes forever or cuts off abruptly.
He also likes dancing.
Object: A photograph of his dead wife and Luna, when she was about nine. It would be the last picture of Melanie before her death, and also the typical wizarding kind of photograph. It moves on fluid loop, like a little .gif picture.
Reason for playing: I DON'T KNOW. I do not know. Is that an acceptable answer?
Alright, I shall try harder.
In the entire series, he is one of those characters that got my sympathy quite strongly -- primarily due to the position he was put in, and the implications of the things he has gone through. I love the idea that someone as flighty as him was put in the position of raising a little girl on his own, and then throwing absolutely everything else he values to the wind in order to get her back -- which is an interesting mix of cowardice and bravery.
In this game, I picture him as being especially accepting of his surroundings, as well as inherently sociable, which would be a relief for me to write. I don't intend epic things with him, but I do sort of want to see what happens when he wanders out, like tossing a butterfly into a hurricane, I guess. He will not be angsting too hard over his daughter, apart from missing her -- he'll understand this place to be outside of time, when he meets people from different years and such, and relax.
I also seem to take joy out of taking a minor/side character (and my running theme seems to be 'someone's dad') and making them their own little crazy star with the other crazy stars.
Gods: I'm going with Carme, for this one. While he isn't much of an artist, he is still a little wild of mind, and also into gardening, and would probably fit in well with the rest of those in her sphere. Though he is a wizard, he isn't a great wizard, and does better at being a bohemian anti-establishment nutter.
But he is still inherently a wizard, so may still blip on Shada's radar.
Writing Samples
First-Person Network Post:
[ The video starts playing with Xenophilius' face far too close to the camera, so you mostly just see his chin and mouth. He is already speaking. ]
--appears as though I have in my hands an enchanted mirror, perhaps given to me by the Welsh Brixtry Piskies, also known as the Donum fey pixius, who in times of need, give you what you deserve when it's wanted the most. This will be the first time for me! Last I knew, it was autumn, and they're a strictly summer faring species, you know, so it must be important. But I've been listening now for a couple of hours, and I hope all of you are having a lovely day, but I thought I might interrupt you for just one moment.
[ He hesitates a bit, smile dimming, a glance up over the CiD device before he focuses once more on his reflection. ]
If anyone happens to be listening, I think I'm being oppressed. The door is rather locked, and I've.
Misplaced my wand again.
Third-Person Arrival Post: There are lots of places like this.
All of them real, of course.
The mystical land of Faerie being the most famous, even Muggles know of it, and everyone who's anyone should know that passage into the famed realm of the fairies is regulated and controlled by the Ministry of Magic so as to keep their hands in the honey pot, as it were. Trades, and the like, maybe war one day. Then there's the Dark Sky of Agor, and the Elder Beast Realms of Eternity, and that one dimension that exists on the head of a pin.
And now there is this place. To say the least, once he'd gotten passed his own confusion, his worry for his daughter, and the location of his wand, Xenophilius had been quite excited.
"And this is my Melanie," he is telling his new chicken, standing in the plot near the vegetable garden in Valhalla Inn, the brown-speckled bird tucked under an arm and shown the moving image of Xeno's family. A woman with fine, frizzed red hair has her arms around a little girl, who resembles more her father, with his feet sunk into mud and feathers on his robe of golds and greens. "She was never one for vacations, Merlin rest her soul. She always said there was all you needed in your own back garden, and you know, she wasn't wrong."
He patiently moved the photograph away as the chicken made a stab for it. "But my Luna would like this place, I'm sure. But I'll admit--" He sends a slightly cross eyed glance up at the peaceful sky.
"I'm not sure I'd want her to be here."
Third-Person Action Post: Luna isn't screaming, her big eyes open and her mouth small, hands clutched gentle, like mouse paws, on the burly arm of the Snatcher gripping her to his body. They make an awkward, dance-like scrabble for the door, books and artifacts and smaller pieces of furniture spilled to the floor or knocked aside. Their presence feels huge in the quaint, humble house of the Lovegoods, immense shadows blotting out the light, or so it seems to Xenophilius. Luna isn't screaming, as they drag her to the door, her blanched-straw hair knotted into a fist -- but he is.
"No! Luna! Don't take my Luna!" comes out ragged and thick, his shoulders screaming in their joints as he strains against the grip Travers has on his arms. "She'sn't done anything! It's me, it's my writing, she's-- she's an innocent-- she's a pureblooded witch!"
This gets a bark of laughter from the shadow just to his left -- Selwyn -- who moves into Xeno's line of sight. "This isn't about the blood in your veins, Lovegood, and that's a filthy little lie anyway. You're both've a line of mongrels." In his hands was the twisted length of Xeno's wand, rotated around in contemplation. "You know what we want, you know. Any sign of your hero, Potter, and you call us. Do you know how to do that, now, Lovegood?" The end of the horn-like wand hovers an inch beneath Xeno's chin, though he doesn't speak -- he's straining to see passed Selwyn, out to where Luna must be, but she no longer is. Selwyn only lists a little to the side to encroach on Xeno's view of the open door, and states, "You say his name."
Breathing comes thin and fast through Xeno's nose, already scattered mind going white and spotty. "Say his-- the Dark Lord's name. Potter. Yes, of course, just give me back my daughter."
"And then," Selwyn continues, as if not hearing that last part, "you're to write in that rag o' yours the truth about Potter. What a lying criminal he is." His thick fingers suddenly come up, gripping Xeno's painfully by the jaw. His eyes flared wide, starting and going still. "What a filthy, useless, impure little wretch he is. You put that on your Quibbler, or you won't be seeing your pretty little daughter ever again. Least not in one piece." Travers chuckled harsh, the feeling of it warm and damp in Xeno's fine white hair.
"Yes," comes out tense, strained. Unable to really think about what he was promising. They have his Luna.
The floor comes up to meet him, suddenly, a blow to the side that topples Xeno efficiently, head clipping the edge of the table hard enough to make the world grow foggy. Foggier. A wooden scatter of sound as his wand is tossed down beside him, just out of view, and when they leave in streaking plumes of black smog, they leave the door open.
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Name: Sam
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neveryourmaskAre you over the age of eighteen? Yesss.
In Character Information
Basics
Character Name: Xenophilius Lovegood
Username:
lovegreatFandom: Harry Potter
Played By: Rhys Ifans
Icon:
Canon Character Section
Physical Description: Tall, gangly and strange, Xenophilius Lovegood kind of does look like a guy who would be named Xenophilius Lovegood. His hair is white despite the fact his age has not advanced enough to cause this, and cut haphazard around his shoulders, or a little shorter. He is blue-eyed and a bit cross-eyed, which gives the effect of making it uncertain whether or not he's looking at you. He is habitually slouchy.
Sexuality: As a father and a widower, one can assume that Xenophilius is heterosexual, and as he is a minor character, this is about everything canon provides us. He has not married again after his wife died some seven to eight years ago, committed to being a (wonderful) single dad.
As a young man, he was probably a bit too quirky and quixotic and introverted to get himself a lot of play, but in the span before his marriage and even some recent years, once the guilt of it felt like less, he probably had a few sexual/romantic forays with like-minded witches. Since the death of his wife, I imagine these would have been brief, awkward, and ultimately severed by Xenophilius himself if the lady didn't get impatient first. This doesn't make him unhappy, it just is the way it is.
Alternative sexualities and gender types have never even occurred to him, but he would find nothing objectional about them. Probably even, academically speaking, fascinated. He is permanently open minded.
History: You can fact check over here, but I ended up writing everything out anyway.
The Lovegoods are a lineage of wizard that is patchy with half-bloods, Muggles and squibs, but in recent generations have condensed down to but a couple of branches, and these are very deeply seated in the wizard world. Raised in a humble and loving household, not unlike their neighbours, the Weasleys, Xenophilius was a book worm with an elaborate imagination, and the kind of gullibility that buys bridges. Upon entering Hogwarts, he was sorted into the Ravenclaw house, much to the disdain of his more traditionally intellectual peers.
Throughout teenagehood, he was reasonably outgoing, even if he tended to get bullied, mostly relying on the kindness of strangers to evade such incidences. In his last few years, he'd come into his own a little more, starting up the shortlived Hogsreade! school newspaper which saw a little popularity in its span of time, if only for comedy value -- he was the only one that took it seriously, and though he tried to pass the torch to junior students when he graduated, it lived and died with his academic life.
He started dating a woman who had been in his year at school, a fellow Ravenclaw named Melanie who prided herself on magical experimentation, often writing columns and academic journals on her findings. They married, and had a daughter named Luna.
Xenophilius was granted an internship at the Daily Prophet, and a sharp eye for words and editing turned this into his career. However, he never progressed much further than that, as he had more interest in writing about obscure and little known topics of interest, such as creatures that were mythological even by wizard standards, as well as outlandish sounding conspiracy theories in which the Ministry was the centre of, although he believed these to be of great importance and completely factual -- and sometimes they were. His stay there wound up being shortlived, especially when discovering how intensively the totally corrupt Ministry of Magic relied on the paper, and how much the Prophet benefited from this. Being more than a little anti-establishment as a general rule, Xenophilius quit.
He started The Quibbler instead, which was a magazine of the kind he wanted to write -- obscure, more than a little strange, and scraped in next to zero knuts, sickles or galleons. Those who wrote for it were never paid. The only time it ever really made big money was when he published Harry Potter's story of Voldemort's return, undergoing its first reprint before selling it to the Prophet for a good price.
Which is getting ahead in time. It was several years ago that Xenophilius was made a widower, his wife's magical experimenting getting the best of her in an unfortunate accident. He was never completely the same afterwards, his instabilities, quirks and strangeness all made a little more so when he threw himself into his work. Fortunately, he also excelled at raising his daughter on his own.
During the Second War, she was taken hostage by Death Eaters, due to Xenophilius' public support of Harry Potter. He very nearly abandoned all journalistic integrity and betrayed Harry Potter to certain doom in order to get her back, but she was fortunately rescued before either had to come to fruition.
In the wake of the War, the Lovegoods more or less settled back into their version of normalcy, with The Quibbler becoming very popular thanks to its resolute truth-telling during the Second War and its current support for the renewed Ministry -- not without a little nitpicking here and there, of course. By the time Xenophilius is brought to Baedal, he is content.
Powers: Xenophilius is your average wizard, happy to be one, and is very much an extreme example of this culture in his manner. That said, he is not actually a very fierce magic user. As a bright student of Hogwarts, he has a grasp on all basic fields of magic, but his strengths lay in theoretical practices, such as magical history and herbology. He knows a lot about folklore and obscure facts on magical creatures and legends (due to believing all of them), but is merely competent with a wand and loathes to use it for any violent reasons and purposes.
Talents/Abilities: As said, he is a master of obscure factoids, some of them real and some of them not -- either way, he takes them literally. It has proven useful in his canon, but probably will be less so in Baedal -- except that he will be able to mentally adjust pretty readily to most of anything thrown at him! So that's a strength.
He is also a writer and editor by trade, and likes gardening.
Personality: His name, roughly, translates into 'lover of the strange', and this is quite true. Upon meeting him, he himself is quite strange -- not only in appearance and his sense of dress ("he looks like an omlette"), but manner as well. His attitude is basically 'my beliefs, let me tell you them', and has a bit of an ignorance towards reactions that are cynical or generally disinterested. At his best, he is very friendly and outgoing, as well as genuinely kind, and has time for everyone.
Nearly everyone. Gullible though he may be, he is not wholly forgiving, sometimes speaking of jovial disdain for brown-noser journalists and oppressive government officials, and has a healthy fear of dark wizards, especially now that he has experienced first hand the measure of their cruelty.
Unlike his daughter, who has a natural kind of courage, Xenophilius is more the kind of brave that creates controversy and discussion, such as his anti-establishment articles and public support of risky topics, like Harry Potter. When it comes to confrontation, he has a weaker spine. When his daughter was taken from him, an admittedly extreme circumstance, he was more prepared to bow to the will of his enemies to get her back rather than find a way to fight, although it is possible he might have chosen the latter had there been the option.
Basically, he is peace-loving and a personal passivist, and ultimately harmless.
Oh, and a bit crazy. Did I not mention that?
That's probably an exaggeration of the truth, and what only unkind people might say, but scatter brained is absolutely valid. His attention span can be a bit flighty, his decisions a little unusual, and his daughter, Luna "Loony" Lovegood, can read a room better than this man can. When he gets Super Excited about a thing is when this comes up the most, occasionally scaring well-known authors into thinking he is a bit unbalanced or exasperating people with conversation that goes forever or cuts off abruptly.
He also likes dancing.
Object: A photograph of his dead wife and Luna, when she was about nine. It would be the last picture of Melanie before her death, and also the typical wizarding kind of photograph. It moves on fluid loop, like a little .gif picture.
Reason for playing: I DON'T KNOW. I do not know. Is that an acceptable answer?
Alright, I shall try harder.
In the entire series, he is one of those characters that got my sympathy quite strongly -- primarily due to the position he was put in, and the implications of the things he has gone through. I love the idea that someone as flighty as him was put in the position of raising a little girl on his own, and then throwing absolutely everything else he values to the wind in order to get her back -- which is an interesting mix of cowardice and bravery.
In this game, I picture him as being especially accepting of his surroundings, as well as inherently sociable, which would be a relief for me to write. I don't intend epic things with him, but I do sort of want to see what happens when he wanders out, like tossing a butterfly into a hurricane, I guess. He will not be angsting too hard over his daughter, apart from missing her -- he'll understand this place to be outside of time, when he meets people from different years and such, and relax.
I also seem to take joy out of taking a minor/side character (and my running theme seems to be 'someone's dad') and making them their own little crazy star with the other crazy stars.
Gods: I'm going with Carme, for this one. While he isn't much of an artist, he is still a little wild of mind, and also into gardening, and would probably fit in well with the rest of those in her sphere. Though he is a wizard, he isn't a great wizard, and does better at being a bohemian anti-establishment nutter.
But he is still inherently a wizard, so may still blip on Shada's radar.
Writing Samples
First-Person Network Post:
[ The video starts playing with Xenophilius' face far too close to the camera, so you mostly just see his chin and mouth. He is already speaking. ]
--appears as though I have in my hands an enchanted mirror, perhaps given to me by the Welsh Brixtry Piskies, also known as the Donum fey pixius, who in times of need, give you what you deserve when it's wanted the most. This will be the first time for me! Last I knew, it was autumn, and they're a strictly summer faring species, you know, so it must be important. But I've been listening now for a couple of hours, and I hope all of you are having a lovely day, but I thought I might interrupt you for just one moment.
[ He hesitates a bit, smile dimming, a glance up over the CiD device before he focuses once more on his reflection. ]
If anyone happens to be listening, I think I'm being oppressed. The door is rather locked, and I've.
Misplaced my wand again.
Third-Person Arrival Post: There are lots of places like this.
All of them real, of course.
The mystical land of Faerie being the most famous, even Muggles know of it, and everyone who's anyone should know that passage into the famed realm of the fairies is regulated and controlled by the Ministry of Magic so as to keep their hands in the honey pot, as it were. Trades, and the like, maybe war one day. Then there's the Dark Sky of Agor, and the Elder Beast Realms of Eternity, and that one dimension that exists on the head of a pin.
And now there is this place. To say the least, once he'd gotten passed his own confusion, his worry for his daughter, and the location of his wand, Xenophilius had been quite excited.
"And this is my Melanie," he is telling his new chicken, standing in the plot near the vegetable garden in Valhalla Inn, the brown-speckled bird tucked under an arm and shown the moving image of Xeno's family. A woman with fine, frizzed red hair has her arms around a little girl, who resembles more her father, with his feet sunk into mud and feathers on his robe of golds and greens. "She was never one for vacations, Merlin rest her soul. She always said there was all you needed in your own back garden, and you know, she wasn't wrong."
He patiently moved the photograph away as the chicken made a stab for it. "But my Luna would like this place, I'm sure. But I'll admit--" He sends a slightly cross eyed glance up at the peaceful sky.
"I'm not sure I'd want her to be here."
Third-Person Action Post: Luna isn't screaming, her big eyes open and her mouth small, hands clutched gentle, like mouse paws, on the burly arm of the Snatcher gripping her to his body. They make an awkward, dance-like scrabble for the door, books and artifacts and smaller pieces of furniture spilled to the floor or knocked aside. Their presence feels huge in the quaint, humble house of the Lovegoods, immense shadows blotting out the light, or so it seems to Xenophilius. Luna isn't screaming, as they drag her to the door, her blanched-straw hair knotted into a fist -- but he is.
"No! Luna! Don't take my Luna!" comes out ragged and thick, his shoulders screaming in their joints as he strains against the grip Travers has on his arms. "She'sn't done anything! It's me, it's my writing, she's-- she's an innocent-- she's a pureblooded witch!"
This gets a bark of laughter from the shadow just to his left -- Selwyn -- who moves into Xeno's line of sight. "This isn't about the blood in your veins, Lovegood, and that's a filthy little lie anyway. You're both've a line of mongrels." In his hands was the twisted length of Xeno's wand, rotated around in contemplation. "You know what we want, you know. Any sign of your hero, Potter, and you call us. Do you know how to do that, now, Lovegood?" The end of the horn-like wand hovers an inch beneath Xeno's chin, though he doesn't speak -- he's straining to see passed Selwyn, out to where Luna must be, but she no longer is. Selwyn only lists a little to the side to encroach on Xeno's view of the open door, and states, "You say his name."
Breathing comes thin and fast through Xeno's nose, already scattered mind going white and spotty. "Say his-- the Dark Lord's name. Potter. Yes, of course, just give me back my daughter."
"And then," Selwyn continues, as if not hearing that last part, "you're to write in that rag o' yours the truth about Potter. What a lying criminal he is." His thick fingers suddenly come up, gripping Xeno's painfully by the jaw. His eyes flared wide, starting and going still. "What a filthy, useless, impure little wretch he is. You put that on your Quibbler, or you won't be seeing your pretty little daughter ever again. Least not in one piece." Travers chuckled harsh, the feeling of it warm and damp in Xeno's fine white hair.
"Yes," comes out tense, strained. Unable to really think about what he was promising. They have his Luna.
The floor comes up to meet him, suddenly, a blow to the side that topples Xeno efficiently, head clipping the edge of the table hard enough to make the world grow foggy. Foggier. A wooden scatter of sound as his wand is tossed down beside him, just out of view, and when they leave in streaking plumes of black smog, they leave the door open.
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