The sound of shattering glass caused Gervaise to duck for cover, and his heart sunk as he saw the shards rain heavily to the ground. It was not the first time that a youngster had blown up his window, but it was not a cheap repair, either. Once the damage was done, the wizard warily returned to a standing position.

“Are you alright, lad?” he asked the boy gently, though his eyes moved to where the window had previously been. It was safe to say, Gervaise thought, that this was not the wand for the boy.