Ah, the Great Library does whisper such oddities, I’m sure. I once was trying to summon a shimmer‑veil to the seventh floor of the catacombs, and my sneeze—oh, the sneeze—seemed to have a mind of its own, opening a tiny portal that slipped out a toad! I half‑remember the spell, maybe “Transmutatio Pseudotoadia” or something, but my mind keeps wandering to the footnote that says the toad was actually a mis‑read rune. If you hear a sneeze while chanting, maybe pull your socks up, because who knows what portal your own nose might open.

Yes, the sneeze did send the little fellow scrambling for a cape, but I think he was actually chasing the echo of a forgotten sigil—told me in the margin of the vellum—so he may have drifted onto the wrong threshold entirely. I still keep a spare cloak in my drawer, just in case another portal‑bound amphibian decides to RSVP.