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[bloodandflowers]

He doesn't know how much time has passed, only that it's dark again, and the brown bottle he'd magicked from the pub below his rooms is dwindling. Kell throws an arm over his eyes and tries to drift, to stay half asleep where he can't remember why his eyes burn or his chest aches, but the memories of the wedding rise up to claim him all the same.

Just go, Kell, his mind helpfully supplies in Lila's voice, and Kell makes a brief, miserable sound, too worn now to weep anymore. He rolls over and examines his whiskey. After another sleep, he'll have to get more. He takes a gulp of it and puts it down, taking up the ornament Sirius had bought him and nearly been robbed of instead. Kell runs his thumb down its strange edges, holding it loosely as he closes his eyes to chase more oblivion.

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[bloodandflowers]

There are no dragons in Kell's world, but after this long in Darrow, he understands the term, what it means. "There are unicorns here," he says. "Other magical creatures."

It's no fix for the hole in Sirius' life where Harry should be, but it's something. "There's me. An Antari's blood is more rare than any dragon."

[thebloodtraitor]

There are magical things of all sorts, Sirius knows. Kell isn't wrong. But no dragons so far as he's aware. And he's fairly sure there's no wand maker to recreate what he's lost.

Or perhaps there is and he's simply had no need to search them out until now.

"Yours?" Sirius replies then, eyes widening at the suggestion. There's no denying that Kell is a magical thing, and precious, but Sirius has never heard of using blood of any sort before, human or otherwise. He knows of hairs and feathers and heartstrings and he remembers at least reading about bone in one or two, but blood? How might such a thing alter his magic? Would it even work at all?

It's a compelling thought if nothing else.

"Do you know of any wand makers?" he asks, sitting up a bit straighter, the idea enough to momentarily pull him out of his melancholy before he quickly shakes his head. "No, of course not. Why would you? Harry's little shop might have books, though. And I know it has wands, just not my wand."