If the man had looked any less frightened himself Caroline would have been apt to not believe his words. But a hint of panic played across his features in way she doubted a common street shuckster’s would have if trying to capture her in a trick of their’s. However, if it wasn’t the man causing this, what was it?

His words trailed off and Caroline looked at it, wondering if he had indeed identified whatever tasteless spell this was. Afterall he did seem like he was rather capable of sorting out this mess.

Eyeing the living room set that seemed to be growing ever closer to its mates as an endless flow of newspapers piled onto it, Caroline couldn’t help the growing alarm that the chair’s holds might grab her. She took a step backward, warily, trying to think back on her own studies. They had been some time ago…

Looking back at the gentleman and his wand she reached into her purse for her own. “Any ideas how we might rid ourselves of this mess?” She asked, a tinge of worry unbidden in her tone. The last thing she needed to deal with now was a scene on the street. Why had she even come over here?