The words hit Kell like a slap, a hand his grieving friend never meant to form, Kell knows, but he snarls and rights himself, grabbing Sirius to press his hand to the bloody wall. He is not too weak, and neither is his magic.
"As Enose," says Kell, concentrating his mind on that slim little stick that means everything to Sirius, "As Travars."
The wall ripples and allows them through, and on the other side Kell finally topples, landing loose limbed next to a long, elegantly crafted stick of wood.
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"As Enose," says Kell, concentrating his mind on that slim little stick that means everything to Sirius, "As Travars."
The wall ripples and allows them through, and on the other side Kell finally topples, landing loose limbed next to a long, elegantly crafted stick of wood.