"Oh, absolutely," Victor agreed. He had followed her out towards the veranda without protest and was now taking up station by one of the garden walls, giving her plenty of room to cause any manner of magical mishaps. The garden wall only rose to the level of his hip, which made it a convenient place to set down his drink while he leaned against it casually, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm quite capable of setting you to rights, whatever happens. And if you end up looking particularly undignified during whatever it is, I'll do my best to shield you from the eyes of the rest of the partygoers," he joked.
If she lit something on fire, that was all well and good; it was easy to put out a small fire. Of course they didn't know that was actually what would happen. Supposing her casting hand swelled to thrice its size, or she was temporarily blinded, or she transfigured the lawn furniture into an army of voracious rats... some things could be a little less glamorous than a small shower of flames. But in any case, he was sure he'd be able to set her to rights again. He was less confident that the Mayhews' home would remain unscathed, but he was still mostly sure they'd be able to put whatever happened back as it had been before anyone noticed.
If she lit something on fire, that was all well and good; it was easy to put out a small fire. Of course they didn't know that was actually what would happen. Supposing her casting hand swelled to thrice its size, or she was temporarily blinded, or she transfigured the lawn furniture into an army of voracious rats... some things could be a little less glamorous than a small shower of flames. But in any case, he was sure he'd be able to set her to rights again. He was less confident that the Mayhews' home would remain unscathed, but he was still mostly sure they'd be able to put whatever happened back as it had been before anyone noticed.
Fabulous set by Lady!