Well. Both spells hit pretty much simultaneously, and both spells worked. Mr. Scrimgeour was soaked through – earning some gasps from the women in the room – and Mr. Lochrin was... an adorable brown mousey looking thing.
(One transfiguration mishap for the day was quite enough in Tybalt's mind, Merlin, so he dove for the vole and caught him bodily before Lochrin could flee off the stage, too.) "The duel goes to Scrimgeour," he announced hurriedly, slightly high-pitched, hoping everyone would disperse so poor Lochrin could get restored to some dignity.
(One transfiguration mishap for the day was quite enough in Tybalt's mind, Merlin, so he dove for the vole and caught him bodily before Lochrin could flee off the stage, too.) "The duel goes to Scrimgeour," he announced hurriedly, slightly high-pitched, hoping everyone would disperse so poor Lochrin could get restored to some dignity.
