"Merlin."

It was just his luck that he'd been nearly plowed over by a man lugging buckets of water. He'd been promptly sloshed and cursed at, even though he hadn't been the one moving.

It was habit, really, that he'd reached for his wand. The Hot-Air Charm was one of those spells he had made sure to master since it seemed he had a habit of finding himself trapped out-of-doors whenever it decided to rain. Bad luck truly followed him everywhere.

He was just about to go through the full wand motions when he realized where he was, and that he wasn't at school. "Guess I'll dry on my own," Archer mumbled, oddly speaking to his wand. He started to put it away, but it seemed someone had seen him.

With a startled expression, he whirled around to look at Annie, "A...A what?" A worm? Why would he have a worm? His head quickly shook at the suggestion of hitting his wand against a wall. It would surely break. "I-I...No." Hastily, he tried to stow his wand away where she could no longer see it.

"I-it's nothing."