Albus touched the pendant with his middle finger and felt his body sucked into a vortex. The feeling only lasted a second, and when he opened his eyes, he was in a cold and desolate church. It was night outside, judging from the cold and dark, so the church was lit by a number of candles, whose wax was melting onto the wooden stands they rested on. There was an eerie silence, punctuated only by the howling of a gale outside. Albus decided to make this a brief visit so that he could return swiftly to his duties back in the castle.