He thought his spell had had some impact; whether for better or worse he could hardly tell. That said, he repeated the incantation and cast it once more in the hopes it would strengthen it and stop the pain, if inexplicable pain was all his father was enduring...

There was little else he could do here, and his father had already told him to go -

This time, instead of stumbling backwards, Theodore turned on his heel and broke into motion, hoping that he might navigate back through the trees, back to the edge of the marketplace where he might get some help for his father - someone who knew what to do - or else, find a Portkey to get home as he'd been told. And then what? He wasn't sure.

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