Antelope looked mortified when she saw their judge take the spell and go stumbling. "Sorry, Miss Prewett." she gave a polite apology then looked at Anne with a discrete grin to her unwitting co-conspirator.

As they redied themselves again and Antelope prepared to go on the offensive she checked her inner pocket where she could feel the paper pack containing a small amount of treacle fudge that she would hurriedly share with whomever needed it. "Slugulus Eructo" jinxes were so much fun.