13 - Burn at the Touch

“How will you know which items are yours, Lucius, if you do indeed plan of scattering them about?” Narcissa questioned eagerly. Lucius simply shrugged off the question, setting up each of his belongings in a little group. Most of these items were of the Dark Arts, several bought from Borgin & Burkes. There was no doubt in his mind that they had become unworthy, and useless, especially during times like this, when houses were being searched.

“I do not plan on removing them anymore. They are useless as I’ve come to know and understand.” Lucius said quietly, without increasing the level of his voice one bit. “They will simply…burn upon being touched.

“But will it work?”
“It has to.” Lucius took a deep breath, and stood up. “Flagrate.”
“But why are they all in a group on the floor? This is space-consuming! Do you honestly think I’m going to live with a block of rubbish in a walkway? Get rid of it! Move it elsewhere!” Narcissa screeched. Lucius looked at her, raising an eyebrow, as if chuckling on the inside at her foolish thoughts.

“SURE, if you want me to burn along with these items, too.”