It looked innocuous enough: a small hourglass, perhaps the size of the tube of serviceable lip balm that Granger kept on her person at all times ("I’m not addicted to it," she would snap whenever it was mentioned). The hourglass was situated in a wooden casing, mahogany for its stolid magical properties, meant to steady the warp of time dilation that would surround its user. There was a long chain made of one hundred percent pure gold, which meant it was terribly bendy and brittle, but any other metals mixed in could skew the field of passivity.