'Yes!' she exclaimed, 'Figueroa came a good few years ago, I think the muggles were a little much for her!' Chris said with a smile of fond remembrance. 'They can be very intense, and so incredibly sincere about something they actually know very little about' she laughed. *A muggle poet, Yeats and a few of his friends took the thing far too seriously and were turning into something like zealots, and there had been a great deal of tension between among the members in recent months. Chris was too junior to really be in the mix of the worst of the drama but two of the members had been 'bound' in a ceremony last week - that was - that they had been kicked of the order and the remaining members had undertaken a ceremony to 'bind' his 'powers' to stop him from performing any additional magic. It had been ridiclous to watch. The whole thing had started over the offending member using another persons spiriti guide - it was the equivalent of teenage girls arguing over who was who's best friend. It had taken rather a lot of self control not to openly roll her eyes at the carrying on of them.

Chris laughed, 'Sounds like a deal Mister Lissington,' she said with a pronounced, punctuatory nod. 'I can absolutely confiscate your wand and bring you to the Order, on the provision that I might tag along with you to explore your next Egyptian tomb.' she was joking about the latter but she would definitely prevail upon him to explore more of the cursed objects he was able to tell her about.

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