Harry is on his way with his gold nugget. He wants to have it weighed and get an estimate of its worth at a jeweler's shop. He feels a bit uneasy with so much gold in his pocket. Can the people passing by guess what is hidden in his pant pocket? He walks down Wallenstein Street and tries to walk as normally as possible, but suddenly, he has no idea how he normally walks. Somehow, he's walking with a wider stride and more swagger than usual, he thinks, and people are already looking at him strangely. Did that woman just glance at his pocket? He tries to pull his shirt over it, which makes everything even more obvious, he thinks. He stops and lights a cigarette; that makes everything better. Smoking always looks cool, he thinks. But how does he normally hold the cigarette? Out of the corner of his eye, Harry sees a faint shimmer. His gaze falls to the ground, and he is surprised to notice a glowing point. The point expands and becomes a soccer ball-sized ring that encloses a rainbow-colored shimmering area. Did someone just say his name? He looks around. The voice seems to come from the opening, soft and low key but somehow enticing. Harry suddenly forgets about the gold in his pocket and slowly reaches out, his finger poised for contact. Might be a stupid idea, he thinks. But he can't resist… #magic_portals