"Poe probably thought the same of his lines," Elmer commented. "Or at least he seems to have been the sort to be plagued by insecurity. And so, being young and deeped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy. But I suppose no literary genius can come from bubbly Quidditch players."

He laughed, mostly to himself, because his words brought Raf to mind, who might have said something unkind if he had been there to hear him.

"Are you not a creator, then?"