Jezzabelle began to panic a little at this new information. They were going into the lake. Oh, she was nervous now.Nervous about swimming and drowning and nervous about doing magic in general. Instead of practicing the spell that she needed to know to save her life she went to the bag with the girls swim wear in it and her panic died and turned into sheer horror. What was this, the 1930's? She picked out one her size and went to change real quick.

As she stepped out she made a small threat to no one in particular "If anybody laughs at me I will get even." That meant she wouldn't mind losing those house points to do so. It was embarrassing to wear this....thing. She pulled her wand out of her robes which she had draped over her arm. She placed them down somewhere dry and hoped they would stay that way.

Now, who could she practice this lovely spell on?