“Your sister needs a friend, and my wizard needs to get out of her basement more.” Handy rubbed his left wrist and chewed the inside of his cheek in thought for a moment before continuing, “I admit, I had an ulterior motive. Crimson is… something of an expert on dark magic and its effects.” Shortbeak’s eyes went wide, and Handy held up a hand to forestall her. “And before you object, I want you to know something.”