Narrowing his eyes Enoch watched as Farrow's hair began to grow out rapidly and he sighed. This was going to take far longer than he thought and he couldn't even amuse himself at another's expense when the image was so undignified: with a grimace he reversed the effect, wondering idly where Farrow's spell had gone in the end, because it certainly hadn't gone anywhere near Miss Gamp, until the hair had returned to it's original length.

Perhaps it was a little shorter than before? His concentration wasn't at peak so it was a distinct possibility but he quickly dismissed the thought.

"Miss Gamp takes the second round. Farrow, when you're ready you may begin the decider."

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Indecently attractive set by MJ