The effect of the fireworks elicited a giggle from Caroline. The idea of a teapot behaving such at a stuffy tea amused Caroline enough to put a smile on her face, but not enough to escape the lingering concerns of the scene as a whole. Beside her the man’s laugh was more a snort of surprise than anything. But at least he had the fortitude to cast an enchantment of his own.

Suddenly feathers from the chairs rained down on the street around them. Some even catching fire from the newspaper fireworks. The whole scene was chaos. And Caroline - well she was laughing. She couldn’t help it. How could she fear something so completely and utterly ridiculous.

The scene swirled in on itself and disappeared altogether, from the corner of Caroline’s eye she saw the dark thing slinking down the alley and disappearing out of sight,

“Thank you, Mister - ” She didn’t know his name, but she smiled at him nonetheless, even giving him a small curtsey.