The light from the metal pieces twinkled like stars against the lenses of his glasses, a finger adjusted their focus before he spoke again. "Can't say I have." Carefully removing the spectacles, Finn set his eyes on the wizard across from him. "I'm not here for the razzle dazzle."
A hand hovered near the mysterious metal, knowing better than to just go grabbing strange magical things. "What does it do? And what do ye want me to do with it?" Barty came to the right person if he had more than shiny scrap.
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