Chapter 46

Henry walked in the middle of the empty street behind Dr. M and Ronan, Jamey and Gracie, flickering in and out of camouflage mode for sight and sound. Henry could smell Jamey’s irritation, and he knew Jamey was purposefully not looking back. At least Jamey’s sprained ankle was finally better.

Dr. M and Ronan walked side by side in the middle of the group, occasionally looking back to be sure Henry was still there; he flickered out of camo when they did. Dr. M’s staff tapped on the pavement as she walked. Not to worry, she had told him: the glamour mutes sounds, too, like your camouflage. He asked last night why she didn’t have a wand—like they did in Harry Potter. Rowling made thatup, she had said. Well, not so much made it up, as she pulled it out of a lot of the old stories. Some witches had wands, some had staffs, and some, neither. Gracie, for example, carried a wand, Ronan, neither wand nor staff. He said his hands were enough.