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*The hag guides them through a filthy alleyway and up to what appears, oddly, to be a large stack of Muggle garbage cans. She quirks a clawlike finger at them and the illusion fades, revealing a large, clunky, round bowl-shaped object made of stone. A round rudder of the same material is attached to one end.*
*Remus stares.* "Is that...er. That's a little unconventional, don't you think?"
*She cackles,* Only to you, my dear. Only to you.
((Giant flying mortar and pestle: It's on crack, but folklorically correct and, I think, in keeping with the more whimsical aspects of the HP world.))
*Remus stares.* "Is that...er. That's a little unconventional, don't you think?"
*She cackles,* Only to you, my dear. Only to you.
((Giant flying mortar and pestle: It's on crack, but folklorically correct and, I think, in keeping with the more whimsical aspects of the HP world.))