Loose on summer holiday, Clue prowled the wizarding museum he'd discovered last week, spending far too much time gazing at the smaller, niche exhibits and not enough time admiring the centrepieces. When the little sprite passed a glass case with a glowing granite vase within, he paused and looked at the top of the case. A tiny key lay there, abandoned. Clue picked it up at once, and turned to a young man on a bench nearby. "Can I take this?" he uttered, holding the key aloft between two fingers.