"Ha-Ha, you're too fuzzy for fart jokes." Harry slumped in his chair; a Zephyr was big magic. Zephyrs were quasi-sentient beings made out of air. They drove the wind, or more correctly, they were the wind. If one could harness it, the resulting power was limitless. The kind of thing that could power very demanding rituals, such as necromancy, standing in for the breath of life. Bringing the dead back to life, now that was a scary thought.  