Her 'sons' were ready to fight, that was the spirit! She raised them well. Bev ignored how weird that train of thought sounded. It was time to attack and just to be safe, Bev decided to tuck her wand back away and grabbed a closed umbrella instead. She didn't want to risk toasting the dragon.

"Stupefy!" Beverly squeaked. That felt so utterly stupid, BUT she had to tune into her inner Virginia. The woman would be rightly put off. She'd also want to get the dragon away as soon as possible not really caring what the muggles witnessed because, hello, DRAGON.

BLINK, BLINK.

The dragon (Mo) SNAPPED at HER. Beverly's hand flew up to her mouth to stifle a giggle. That was more amusing than terrifying. Silly dragon-man. Collecting herself, she remembered she was supposed to fear him, not want to pat his head.

"It almost ate MY FACE OFF!" she wailed angrily. Her boys needed to avenge her. Yes. That's what sons were supposed to do, yeah? They needed more fire power to scare this beast away.

"Tilly (Agatha), stop taking kids that aren't yours and make sure they're safe and get your bum over here." What a nice mother-in-law she was, wasn't she?

Too much noise everywhere!

"Tokes, we fire at the dragon at the count of three." Ready or not here they go, Mister Dragon. "One...two...THREE!"

GET HIM!

"STUPEFY!"