Joggers would never make it in the 'Potter World. > Jah'mal, standing in Ollivander's holding a wand he blindly grabbed from the wall, stares blankly down at it. "Do you need something, Jah'mal?" asks Ollivander. Jah'mal, being of low IQ and not really knowing why he's here, blurts out "bix nood muddafuhka!" which causes the wand to erupt into a dazzling display of blue and red sparks - sparks which have apparently taken on a life of their own and begin to suddenly fight one another. It's almost as though the fabled gang wars of the Crips and the Bloods from muggle lore have been brought to life in spark form and have decided to end their life long feud here and now. But before Jah'mal or Ollivander could really react - whether to enjoy the beautiful display or to take cover, the blue and red sparks engulfed Jah'mal, swirling faster and faster until they reached a sort of blinding crescendo - and just as quickly as it had started, the Bix Nood dark magic curse had taken another jogger. There, laying on the ground of Ollivanders, was all that remains of Jah'mal: a hammer, a pair of spotless Timberlands, and a Snapple with what appeared to be skittles within...