As Morgan mused aloud about how the experiment had gone utterly wrong, a possibility came to Nigel’s mind. “This feels like a CPT violation of some sort within the mirror,” he offered. “Could be parity if the vector was flipped, or charge if the value itself was inverted instead.” Morgan’s reluctanc...

With a soft pop, Nigel materialised from thin air a short distance from the Three Broomsticks Inn. In his hand was a small paper bag containing a wrapped gift. A muggle-made marvel of engineering: a 19th-century Swiss-made singing bird box. He had recently acquired and repaired it, and he hoped its ...

As Nigel had expected, it was easier for him to repair a 19th-century Swiss-made singing bird box without magic than write a reply to Adeline. The aforementioned antique sat on his workbench, having been restored to its former glory over the course of an entire weekend. Nigel had heard the surprisin...

“I’d rather you be overly paranoid,” Nigel replied as he took the slip of paper. If Morgan’s reflection had spoken true, then his reflection was a threat that had to be contained as quickly as possible. The reflection’s demonstrated mastery of time magic, coupled with the worst of intentions and ‘w...

‘Nigel’ turned his gaze briefly to where Nuka was looking, and spotted nothing suspicious. “A fair point,” he conceded, and assumed a stance with his legs shoulder-width apart, hands out to the sides, facing the Auror straight on. “No offence taken. It’s not often that I leave the castle during thes...

“The latter, actually,” Nigel’s reflection admitted with a sheepish grin that was indistinguishable from the original’s. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I might as well get some fresh air.” While his insomnia wasn’t something he talked about often, it was no secret either. Anyone who h...

Soon the identity of the mysterious person became clear: Nuka Murphy, a severe figure in her long trench coat, strolled along the garden at an unhurried pace like a sharp-eyed eagle surveying the lands for any prey. Nigel found himself with even more questions. The school grounds hadn’t been as dese...

Rhysln’s tone was enough to tip Louis off about how she really felt. “Never argue with professors,” he said in a half-jest. “They make a living correcting people’s mistakes. No offence, Graeme.” “None taken,” Nigel replied. “I do apologise for my pedantry.” After the trio had been transported to the...

Complications 17th September, 2004 Shafts of evening light filtered through the thick windows of Nigel’s office, painting his workbench and the stone floor a brilliant shade of gold. A folder lay open, and a handful of loose pages were scattered beside his notebook. It had been months since his enc...

Mala Tempora 17th January, 2004 Something wasn’t right. Nigel paused, hand on the doorknob of his front door, unable to shake away the sense of unease that struck him suddenly nor explain it. Rationalising that the best solution was to press on until he encountered the problem, he swung the door op...

The barest hint of a smile tugged at Nigel’s lips. Anything vaguely related to time was confounding at best, but Rhysln was already starting to wrap her mind around the subject and think along the correct lines. “Correction: it’s not whether or not it’ll have an effect. As of this moment and to the ...

As Martin settled into the recliner, the professor flicked his wand with at the door of his office with a whisper, setting up a privacy charm that would dull noises from the outside and indicate to anyone approaching that they were not to be disturbed. Once that was done, he moved over to the reclin...

Rhysln’s request was simple and fair enough. “Very well,” Nigel said, and turned to Louis. “Jaywick was a straightforward assignment. A fugitive sighted at a location, the intelligence was sound, and no expected complications. A textbook arrest procedure: Apparate to the village, then surround and s...

“Dead on,” Louis nodded, confirming what Rhysln had said about the role the Room of Requirement played in the Second Wizarding War. “Can I leave you to check it out?” he asked sheepishly as he habitually scratched the back of his head. “I only managed to find the Room twice, and twice it appeared a...

The process of becoming an Animagus was essentially a personal journey into one’s psyche, and as such Nigel had always liked to tailor his guidance to suit each student’s needs and preferences. Thus was the reason why he had posed his question to Martin, whose thought process became apparent as he a...

Nigel’s tacit admission that he was a good deal older than Bishop was backfiring when the latter jokingly addressed him as his elder. Shaking his head ruefully in resignation and defeat, the Transfiguration professor begrudgingly accepted the label. “Think nothing of it,” Nigel replied when Bishop t...

“I already noted one potential difference, though it is not a body marking but a possession,” Nigel said as he pointed to his wristwatch. “His is of a slightly different make and appears much simpler than mine, though I know not the circumstances that led to such a disparity.” Unclasping his watch,...

Though Nigel grimaced and nodded as Morgan said that they had been blindsided, the brief flash of self-directed anger in his eyes betrayed how he felt that he could have done better. After Morgan covered up the mirror and promised to lock it away, they apprised him of what his reflection had reveale...

The surprise on Morgan’s face told Nigel’s reflection that he had been right: they had been unaware of the nature of the reflections that had crossed into this world from the mirror. Of course they were unaware – they had but just witnessed what the artefact they had created could do. Compounding th...

Nigel’s reflection tensed up slightly as Morgan pointed their wand at him. Knowing the Unspeakable’s combat prowess, it was unlikely that his reflection could hold his own for long in a fight against Morgan, especially since much of his attention was spent on maintaining the Time Bubble. “Touché,” h...

“ Gu cinnteach ,” ¹ Nigel replied, heartened that Astrid’s spirits weren’t dampened despite what had happened. He observed carefully as she managed to imbue the statuette with a small reservoir of magic – on her first try no less – and subsequently cast the Draconifors spell. Immediately, the statu...

If Bishop had anything to say about Nigel’s seeming lack of care about his condition, he wasn’t saying it. Such a response – or more accurately, a lack thereof – wasn’t too uncommon. “Not used to seeing someone being so nonchalant about their injury?” Nigel asked. “Don’t worry. This doesn’t happen t...

Nigel’s eyes lit up when he heard that Erynhil was a fellow motorcycle enthusiast. “Does two count as a collection?” he returned the question to the younger professor. “For the longest time I’ve been riding a 1976 Honda Gold Wing. Managed to restore a vintage Royal Enfield recently, but she’s not ru...

Homework was a stress-inducing thing, not just for students but for teachers too. Nigel massaged his temples before picking up his quill again. The essay before him was… a catastrophe. The first sentence was already fraught with errors, and as he was about to correct them, he realised what a Hercule...

Nigel’s reflection winced as Morgan knocked the daylights out of their reflection with a single, well-placed punch. “Remind me not to get on your bad side,” he gulped, subconsciously backing away from the Unspeakable. “Although something tells me that might already be a foregone conclusion.” Any out...