Thomas frowned when it seemed he had lost the round. What had he been thinking? He was allowing his anger to rule too much. He'd been too concentrated on hoping a snake might startle Jemima like the mice had that he'd neglected to execute a proper defensive spell. Why hadn't he tried protego, or even expelliarmus? Stupid.

Maybe he was being too mean.

Shaking his shoulders out, he turned back to the task at hand, getting ready to start the next round.

"Avis!" He cast, seeking to send the birds that were meant to shoot from his wand toward Jemima's face. It was the nicest option he could think of.

He needed to learn how to not hold a grudge.