No one knocked on the door again. No spell shrank the house to test the magic inside. From then until the next morning, Kason and I stayed holed up inside while blowing snow pelted the windows and wind battered the walls. Most of that time I spent on Nasty, slowly keying in searches for how to break the spell on his house to release him, to untie the Legacy knot without actually defiling his broomstick, and what Corvus the constellation had anything to do with anything. I was scoring zero ...