Well, Draco could have told his uncle that would happen. He had been in the village too long not to know the magic made up its own bloody mind about things. "All of our luck," he said with a slight smile. "The oddness always ends eventually." With any luck, it would happen sooner than later. He remembered the fish bowl lasted days as did the colored snow. He really couldn't be trapped in the damn cafe for days. He slipped into a seat at the nearest table and popped open his journal. "So many trapped," he announced with a frown.