Between trying to stamp out the fire and her suddenly grabbing hold of him it was all Ford could do to stay upright, which... wasn't going to be enough to save the pair of them, now that the hallway was on fire. He couldn't possibly stamp that out. He wasn't even sure he'd succeeded in saving her dress, but he pulled her away from the fire all the same, hoping that doing so wouldn't cause it to spread more. In any case, it was better than simply staying put while he fumbled around for his wand somewhere inside his jacket, which — why was his wand suddenly so difficult to get hold of? He knew exactly where it was, and he could feel it through the fabric, but where the hell was the top of the pocket? Ford finally found it and started pulling his wand out, while his mind mimicked the desperate grasping of his hands by trying to come up with an appropriate spell.

"Aguamenti," he seized on, but because he'd said it before his wand was actually out of his pocket all the way he mostly only succeeded in soaking his jacket, not doing any damage to the fire. Well, on the bright side, it was probably unlikely that any stray sparks would catch it, he supposed — he was still far more concerned with the fire than with a damp jacket. With his wand properly freed now, he pointed to the nearest blotch of flame on the carpet and tried again.

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