Josiahs cheeks flushed in mild shame as the man looked at him stonily. He relaxed somewhat when the man seemed to be smiling. He couldn't really tell, honestly.

Josiahs brows knitted in confusion as the parcel wriggled and then a ball that looked to be made of some sort of iron flew up into the ceiling. "I think its that bruiser or something of the sort," he said, ducking away from it. "A wizarding ball." That was about all he knew about it.

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