May 8

“Merlin help us all if your wand gave way during the battle-”

“The what?”

“-but it seems to be in perfectly adequate condition,” Flitwick continued, ignoring him. He turned away from the others, saying “Rana!” and making a hooking motion with the wand; several small, spotted green frogs leapt from its tip, hopping away at top speed. “Oh, that’ll do nicely. Here you go.”

Taking the wand back, John eyed the little fellow. “Go back to this ‘battle’ part.”