The spell turned out hardly better than the first one had. Somersby supposed this was because at the last moment images of hail and fire had leaped into his brain. It was as if this summer was determined to haunt him for the rest of his days. But he was not about to give up. He just had to find a way to either banish the images or make them work for him. He waved his wand again, “Aquamenti.” This time he pretended he was trying to put out the raining fire. Perhaps that would help.