He managed to save the rose bushes - well save was an overstatement, but they were no longer on fire - so that was something. And thankfully, Chris' frantic, if undignified slapping of her dress had been successful in extinguish the flames. If not exactly the most ladylike or demure activity that she had ever participated in but it had been funny and her attempt to slap out the flames had been somewhat hindered by her giggles.

'It was hurting my hand' she was matter of fact in her retort, but not put out 'I'll remember your advice the next time I'm inclined to experiment, or perhaps just ensure that you are on hand.' she laughed, her hand on her stomach, which was aching from her mirth. 'Cudos on your assessment, it appears you were correct.' she said with a mock bow and salute with her wand, as she regained mastery of herself.

She observed him closely as she tucked her wand back into the pocket of her dress, between glances around to ascertain if anyone had seen her messing around with her wand - an action that was generally considered to be unladylike, but then at her age she was much passed the point of denying herself a rare amusement at a house party for the sake of some old dowagers outrage. 'Have you much experience in wand work experimentation?' she asked curiously, her head cocked to one side. 'What if you did it the other way around? Wingardium leviosa and the alternate wandwork?' she was getting into the spirit of it now.

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