Caroline nodded at his explanation, the incantation sounding farmiliar from lessons long ago. She repeated it in her mind, as she remembered being told to picture the boggart as something funny.

Her mind began turning as newspapers shot out the spout of the tea kettle. It almost reminded her of canons on the fourth of July, of fireworks exploding in shimmering sparkling lights.

The man, however, did not seem to think this. His frightened (at this point it was the only word she could think for it) gaze meeting her own, his admission on his lips. He seemed capable and the admission of defeat surprised Caroline. Perhaps it was because the boggart had cornered him first and Caroline had stumbled across the scene when the creature was already confused, but she was quite certain she could get them out of this predicament.

With a confident nod, Caroline turned back to the living room set. Focusing on the newspapers rather than the threatening chairs."Riddikulus!" The newspapers spitting out of the spout began to shoot further into the sky and explode into fireworks, shimmering in cascades of bright colors.