Three dollars and some change

All the drabbles are lovely, and I voted for Corner, on the idea that he's been awfully quiet lately.

Exorcising an Edwardness:

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Edward's memory was excellent from the beginning, and he had spent years honing it with various exercises. This meant that he could see events in his head with crystal-clarity, replaying them and freeze-framing them at will to examine their contents.

Right now, he was sitting at his desk, his feet propped up on an open drawer, his actual eyes closed while his mental eyes scanned the image of Harry Potter.

He had seen the boy wizard just as he'd kicked the door open. The boy was fuzzy in a silvery sort of way, as if he wasn't really there. But he had been "there" enough to direct an Impedimenta spell at Olaf, which held the maniac in place while Edward got a brief look at Olaf's handiwork.

Ted Forrester would have thrown up on the spot. Edward did not throw up, but he did empty his gun into Olaf's skull, even though the first bullet was more than enough to do the job. By the time the echo of the last shot had faded, Harry Potter was gone.

Edward knew more about the Wizarding World than all but a handful of other non-wizards. Therefore, he knew enough to know that what Potter had accomplished was not Apparition, as it wasn't Potter's physical body that was present. It was a sort of out-of-body projection, likely done while the boy was asleep. However, only the most powerful wizards could toss around spells like Impedimenta while out of their bodies -- and certainly none as young as Harry Potter had ever managed it.

Edward imagined the coming duel between Voldemort and Potter. He smiled.