Ford's eyes widened even further as Darrow leveled his wand at him. It wasn't the first time that he had pointed it at him today, but this felt different — like he was gearing up for something. Ford had no idea what, but he was sure he wasn't going to enjoy it. Then Darrow started in on the incantations, a series of spells that Ford didn't recognize but that seemed... ominously long-winded. But... anti-climatic. Ford didn't feel anything while the spellwork was going on, and he didn't see any spells go shooting off.

He waited a second after Darrow went quiet, wondering if there would be some sort of delayed reaction. When it seemed unlikely that would be the case, he asked with trepidation, "Wh-What did you do? What was that?"