Kell intercepts his steps toward Hedwig, grabbing a fallen feather from the bottom of her cage and using it for his magic before Sirius can so much as say another word.
Again, he speaks the incantation Sirius has heard frequently in the past along with another he has not. He waits, looking intently from the wall to Kell and back again, hoping for the sight of his godson to come tumbling through.
But there's nothing, not so much as a waver in the wall, not so much as a sound.
"Is it still not enough?" he says because that has to be the reason. "Perhaps a piece of clothing. Or a hair," he says, immediately looking about the room as though he might spot a fallen shirt or stray strand. His heart is pounding, dread climbing up his throat and Sirius swallows it down. "Or maybe we need to try in the other Darrow -- I've a feeling he's over there. Perhaps your magic can't push through the breach."
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Again, he speaks the incantation Sirius has heard frequently in the past along with another he has not. He waits, looking intently from the wall to Kell and back again, hoping for the sight of his godson to come tumbling through.
But there's nothing, not so much as a waver in the wall, not so much as a sound.
"Is it still not enough?" he says because that has to be the reason. "Perhaps a piece of clothing. Or a hair," he says, immediately looking about the room as though he might spot a fallen shirt or stray strand. His heart is pounding, dread climbing up his throat and Sirius swallows it down. "Or maybe we need to try in the other Darrow -- I've a feeling he's over there. Perhaps your magic can't push through the breach."