Mrs. Rowle redeemed herself with that – bat-like bogeys were swarming Rowan.
But Tybalt could not even properly enjoy the sight, because Miss Yaxley's blast of water had gone off-course (or had it?) and left him utterly, unspeakably, drenched. "The d-duel goes t-to Mrs. Rowle," he declared, his teeth chattering from the shock of it, and water droplets flying as he shook his head. "Congratulations."
But Tybalt could not even properly enjoy the sight, because Miss Yaxley's blast of water had gone off-course (or had it?) and left him utterly, unspeakably, drenched. "The d-duel goes t-to Mrs. Rowle," he declared, his teeth chattering from the shock of it, and water droplets flying as he shook his head. "Congratulations."
