Where would the spell go? Tybalt couldn't deny being on tenterhooks - he didn't know what this one did. It appeared Mr. Lupin was but a fraction too late to deflect it, as he was altering already into a wooden form of himself. Like a reverse Pinocchio.
Tybalt did his utmost not to laugh, which was still not quite enough to hold it back. A little apologetically, he undid the spell's effects and put on a sombre face to announce the result. "And with that, Mr. Rosier wins the duel." (And had won Tyb's heart in the process. What a spell, indeed.)
Tybalt did his utmost not to laugh, which was still not quite enough to hold it back. A little apologetically, he undid the spell's effects and put on a sombre face to announce the result. "And with that, Mr. Rosier wins the duel." (And had won Tyb's heart in the process. What a spell, indeed.)
