Caroline had read about boggarts in her schooling, although practical application of getting rid of them had never been practiced. In theory she knew what to do, but it had been years since she had learned such lessons and they had dimmed with time. Indeed, she had rather hoped never to find out what exactly her boggart would turn into. Yet here she was, faced with it and all she could think was that it was, essentially quite ridiculous in itself the scene the confused boggart was attempting to display.

"That shouldn't be too terrible." Caroline's tone might have been a bit more nonchalant had the man next her not looked like the newspapers piling up on top of the cushions of the couch would leap up and eat him.

Despite that it appeared that it would take more than thoughts but a spell, one the man seemed quite ready to cast. She gave him an encouraging smile as he readied himself.