Lucas jumps practically out of his skin, letting out a gasp and clamping his hands over the ring, temporarily dousing the light. After a few seconds, he parts his fingers enough to let the tent flood with color again. "Shit!" And then, too loudly, "sorry Ramon!"

He does it no less than three more times after that. Staring at Bash with a mixture of horror and delight.

This item is wretched. A curse. It's awful. It's so tacky.

God, the guys are going to love it. There's no way he's turning it over to MACUSA.

He wraps it back up in the bundle and stuffs it into the bottom of his backpack. If anyone asks, he was practicing Cold Fire charms.