"I know a few things about bad vibrations. I once had this cursed guitar that--" Damian began excitedly, though he cut himself off before he could get far into his fantastical, and long winded, story.
"Instead of another tale, how about I share something actually useful?" Dangling his wand loosely between his thumb and index finger, he struck it gently against his chest while saying "Interi vibratus." Like a tuning fork, the wand vibrated with a low, steady hum. "Isn't that neat? Everything vibrates, and this lets you hear it." He added, waving the wand around a bit, as if conducting music. "It helps identify cursed objects, and getting a read on someone's general mood." He was full of surprises.
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