Patrick sat against the wall of the Entrance Hall with his wand out. What was the point of a book when you got a wand now? Okay...he had a wand for seven years. What he meant was being able to use magic anywhere! Hahaha! He was almost a master at nonverbal spells now so he pointed his wand at his shoe to tie it. Instead it burst into flames. "Aguamenti!" he cried and watched as his shoe looked smoldered now after the water took out the flames. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. And he actually cared about these shoes!