"It's back in Chicago with my Harry, I'm afraid," Bob said. "But I can show you what it looks like!" Illusions might be all he had most of the time, but he was very good at them. With a bit of concentration, he drew out a bit of golden light that quickly formed into an image of his skull, every ding, dent, and rune on it.

There were, after all, few things Bob knew better.

"A few of these seem to be the same, but the variations on the base spell must be really interesting..." He held his skull down close to the other Bob's, peering between them curiously.