Charley's jaw hung open at the latest command from ol' Horseface. This girl was off her rocker. She'd absolutely cracked. She needed her head examined, that was the only real lesson here. Professor Daft and her kleptomaniac daftness ruled the night, and it was only because she held the urchin's wand that Charley didn't give up and walk away.

"Summon it with what? Got a clue?" Charley was baffled, and her face laid it plain. Her lips closed together, but she just shook her head. It was hard to be angry at the mad girl anymore, but she did need her wand back. "How 'bout on Merlin's tits? Accio, you loony!"

By this point, it was too late and the urchin too tired to last much longer. A laugh burst out of her, finding the whole affair too funny to treat it seriously much longer.

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