Leaning back against the chair, Gus crossed his arms around his body as he chewed at his bottom lip. Her question was an interesting one, and in the decade he’d spent traipsing around the globe, it was one he hadn’t encountered. Maybe his friends thought all the treasures he went over were interesting, as Gus wasn’t ever afraid to spin the tales of his adventures to anyone who would listen. As time wore on it became more to fellow curse breakers than those in London, and often they spent time trying to one up each other for whose story was cooler. (Gus often backed down because he enjoyed listening to the tails of adventure just as much as he liked to speak of them.)

“There’s a bunch of hidden cities in South America that have yet to be discovered. Paititi, El Dorado, and my personal life goal, Ciudad de los Césares. We’d all like to break the curse hiding them, but I don’t think that’ll happen in our lifetime.” Gus shrugged, because even as much as he wanted to believe the stories, an entire city made of silver seemed implausible. “As for the most dangerous… We found a music box that played a very unusual song… a Fwooper singing, just at a very low and slow pace. See, a Fwooper’s song can drive you insane by hearing it, but the music played so slowly that none of us really understood what was happening. We fought, really fought, with spells and words. We saw things that weren’t there.” Gus flicked his gaze up to her and shot her a lopsided grin. “It’s quite an odd feeling, going crazy without realizing it. Luckily someone figured out it was a Fwooper we were hearing and placed a silencing charm on the box.”


It wasn’t the most dangerous by far, but it was the one that came to mind; it could have killed them without any of them ever realizing it – they could have spent the rest of their days in asylum over exposing themselves to a silly music box. Gus still hated the idea of evening listening to any form of music box.

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