You knock on the door of Walden Carrow’s traveling cottage, his assistant ad in hand. The door swings upon, his piercing eyes falling on you. They widen at your chest and you follow his gaze to your amulet.

“That amulet-” It was your turn as your eyes become as wide as saucers. You go to take it off, not wanting to anger a wizard.

“Was it once yours? I’m so sorry—“ He holds a hand out.

“No. Keep it, I insist.” His intense gaze holds yours as he can’t seem to stop looking at you.