Flora was glad that Mr. Fudge didn't feel the need to argue the subject further; he could, frankly, be one of the most emotionally-exhausting persons she'd ever met, and she'd known him for no more than half an hour! She hoped most of her future classmates weren't going to be as annoying as him (even if she did find an ounce of his silliness endearing). She was, however, less glad that he was continuing with his foolish wand-waving, especially when it could have directly resulted in melting sand under their feet! Fortunately, his aim was elsewhere.
"You've done it, yes," she said, eyes wide and brows creased in concern. "but you could have killed us! Set us aflame! And you would have to explain that to my mother."
"You've done it, yes," she said, eyes wide and brows creased in concern. "but you could have killed us! Set us aflame! And you would have to explain that to my mother."
