Edward was busying himself in a book, as he excepted the hour-glass to take an hour until five minutes later the boy was already screaming for help. When he looked up, he noticed the hourglass was almost up. He immediately snapped his fingers and it feel to its side, sand stop filling into the room. "The bloody hour-glass was suppose to take bloody hour to work. And fair's fair. He took the hourglass and forced the sand down until it was back his chest with his legs stuck. "But now now, who said anything about near-death. I am giving you an hour, or you just going to die. I really should look into fixing this stupid thing, however this should work for now. I will give you the rest of your fifty minutes to complicate not dying or dying and then I will just turn it back on its bottom and let it fill up as much it will fill up as fast or slow as the bloody thing wants. If you wish to not to die, I just signing this." as he conjured a piece of paper, a contract, and a pen into his reach conveniently on top of the sand and some how not sinking into it. The contract basically said that the person who signs agrees that Edward may use what magic he pleases on them.