Phineas wrinkled his nose protectively, rather disgusted by the chosen spell. (An offence need not be so offensive, but what could one expect from common boys like that? Badly taught indeed.)
Still, Pettigrew's shield had not succeeded, so what could he say? "Mr. Callum wins," Phineas said, hurriedly ending the spell so that he did not have to witness any more flying bogeys.
Still, Pettigrew's shield had not succeeded, so what could he say? "Mr. Callum wins," Phineas said, hurriedly ending the spell so that he did not have to witness any more flying bogeys.
